Killer Tuna Redux: Dream Hard with a Vengeance

by illusorygentleman

This spinoff SVAD/IG Team-Up lines up with KTR, beginning with the characters' dreams after their well earned rest in KTR2, but this 'story/one (or two) shot collection will continue as long as KTR does. This will interact with conversations in the main KTR series and vice versa. Rated a very hard M for content and language.

5. Hero Worship

So, I wanted to have this up last weekend but I of course got wrapped up in some other business so I apologize for the delay. The fact this chapter is notably larger will hopefully make up for that fact. I'm really proud of this chapter and I hope you will like it as much as I do, given my love for the caped heroes (even if a cape is lacking in the piece).

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Apartment 22

Venice, CA

Sam Puckett was bored out of her mind on this overly uneventful Friday night as she sat on the couch, with a foot propped against the edge of the coffee table, and flipped through the channels. There was nothing on television, as per usual, and all her video games suddenly seemed boring at the moment. She didn't have a bunch of kids in her hair from babysitting to worry about which was a plus, but on the downside, Cat was over at one of her classmate's house to work on some project for class, so the pair couldn't find 'something' to occupy their time.

Her thumb finally stopped pressing the channel arrow button on the remote control to stop on, of all things, the news when a 'BREAKING' alert flashed on the screen with the words in bold: Mysterious Vigilante Strikes Again.

Sam pulled her foot from the table and sat up, eager to listen to the lovely young short haired brunette who eagerly spoke into her microphone to report, "Breaking news from the scene of another thwarted robbery by the mysterious vigilante that has been stalking the streets who has been dubbed the 'Night Master.'"

The camera panned over to a convenience store, one that Sam recognized in an instant that she and Cat frequented quite a bit, especially when the redhead had her "magical' ATM trick for a time, and showed the police carrying two almost comatose individuals out of the store. The criminals appeared to have the ever loving chizz beat out of them and instead of being taken to a police car, they were heading to the back of an ambulance.

The news reporter hastily continued, "As you can see, two individuals are being escorted out and heading to the hospital with a number of injuries. We can report that they entered the convenience in an attempt to strong arm and then rob the cashier, but the mysterious vigilante… Night Master… arrived in time and stopped the pair in their tracks."

The scene cut to a pre-taped interview with the cashier speaking as fast as he could, still wearing a frightened expression, "They came barging in, knocking down customers and threatened me with a baseball bat then… he just showed up out of nowhere and the next thing I knew, they were both on the ground and not moving. He was just a blur of darkness… it was BLEEP-ing incredible, man."

The camera switched back to the local reporter and she continued with an approving tone, "This is the twelfth confirmed crime stopped by the dark guardian in the past two weeks with at least a dozen more being attributed to him. However, as people cheer that they have a guardian in the city watching over them, he is still very much wanted in the questioning by the police—"

Sam hit the mute button and squinted as an idea started bouncing around in her head. She was impressed that one guy took those two guys, but she knew she could have taken them without a problem. She hadn't been in a good fight in a long time and she had been itching for one for a while. No one at Punchies really wanted to spar with her; not even the professional fighters who seemed to be afraid that a wrong move with her brute strength could accidentally and seriously hurt them, prematurely ending their careers.

The more she thought about it, the more she thought there was nothing really stopping her from going out and showing a few crooks not to fuck with her, or her city. It would break her out of her boredom and release a bit of steam and maybe, just maybe she could run into this mysterious Night Master figure.

The blonde pulled herself off the couch and headed to her bedroom. She went to her shared closet with Cat and started plundering through it, wondering what she should wear if she was going out looking for a fight. She had to find something practical and allowed for easy movement when pounding the snot out of the criminal element and something to obscured her identity.

"Ah!" she remarked with near glee as she found an outerwear corset from the bottom of the closet floor, something from an old Halloween costume or something from Cat's collection of homemade costumes the redhead had cranked out since she discovered her gift for designing, creating, and sewing them during a costuming class or something. It was black leather with a gold zipper running down the front with two rows of zipper teeth running over the cups with flat lace to tie in the back. She tossed it onto Cat's bed then looked back in the closet.

She found a pair of her skinny black jeans and tossed them on the bed to join the corset, sticking with her dark theme. If it worked for this Night Master dude, there was no reason black wouldn't work well for her too. She looked down and grabbed her steel toed black boots, perfect for beating the pavement as well as someone's teeth in, if the need arose.

Now that she had the clothing, she would need something to obscure her identity. She turned her attention to one of the drawers under the hanging clothes. She plundered through it for a few seconds and found an old domino mask from another costume. She thought it would serve the core purpose, but she'd probably need something a little more. She walked over to one of Cat's drawers to dig for her professional makeup case. She found the tray and grabbed it to head for the bathroom.

She entered the bathroom and flipped on the switch then sat the tray on the counter. She opened it up and found the black makeup. She closed one eye and applied the makeup over it and inside her eye socket. She repeated the process with the other eye then looked into the mirror. She felt she looked pretty ridiculous with a grunge look, but she picked up the mask and

"Perfect…"

She got ahead of herself in trying out her disguise, so she carefully pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to her bed. She unclasped the back of her bra, and slipped the straps off her shoulders, relieving the support and freeing for her pale, heavy, and firm C, borderline D,-cup breasts.

She cupped under the pale orbs topped with relaxed pink nipples and gave herself a gentle massage, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the relaxing touch and let her mind drift for a few seconds thinking that it was the masked vigilante's hands running over them… pinching her nipples. The idea of going out and doing something so impulsive and dangerous had put her on a bit of an edge already, and as her mind hit her with fantasy after fantasy, she couldn't help but moan into her desires. She bit into her bottom lip, grinning with a soft approving moan. She was tempted to keep going, but sighed and opened her eyes. She picked up the corset and slipped it behind her back then pulled the front closed, slipping the pin into the slider and zipped it up to the top that allowed for a less than subtle hint of her cleavage. She took a deep breath, causing the material to strain a bit, to see if the laces in the back were too tight, but found it was the perfect fit. She assumed it was due to Cat's perfect eye when it came to attire and had this specifically for her for some future occasion.

Sam smiled in satisfaction, but thought about grabbing one of her 'special' bras that she still had in her collection from when she went bra shopping with Carly from years past. However, she decided to forgo it. She needed to go light and it would hold her in place just fine.

She stripped of her pajama pants and panties then went to her metal drawers to pick out some underwear. She grabbed a set of her sexier underwear, black tangs that she would occasionally wear for Cat when they were in the mood. She figured she would need to be as comfortable as possible. She slipped her legs into them and pulled them up then pulled on the jeans then had a seat on Cat's bed to put on some socks then pull in her boots and tie them. She tied the last lace then stood up and headed for a full length mirror. She pulled on her leather jacket over her arms and rolled up the sleeves to just over her elbows before taking a look in the mirror.

Sam smirked in satisfaction that she looked sexy as a crime fighter with her dressed all in black, her blonde locks free and showing just the right amount of her upper chest. The corset felt good around her and held her in place with the added benefit of showing a chunk of her cleavage, perhaps for a particular set of eyes if she was lucky tonight. She had a vague feeling that she resembled some comic book character, but couldn't place her, just that she felt hot.

After admiring herself in the mirror for another moment, she turned away and grabbed her phone off the nightstand, but left her wallet. She needed a means to contact help if push came to shove, but didn't want to easily be identified if something went down. She sent a quick text to Cat saying she was going out for a bit and not to worry. She passed one of her dressers and picked up her keys and rarely used motorcycle gloves, slipping them on as she walked out of her room.

The blonde reached the leaving room and turned off all the lights but one before heading to the patio glass doors. She opened the sliding door, and closed it behind her, then hopped on her motorcycle and pulled on her helmet. She tied the strap under her chin then starting the machine between her legs. It rumbled to life, bringing a satisfying smile onto her face not just for the sound, but the vibrating feeling between her legs. She backed up until she could turn her bike around then headed down the back corridor made by the security wall behind the building until she pulled into traffic to disappear into the night.

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Sam picked a direction to ride and just set off, easily weaving through traffic with no particular destination. She thought about the places where she was most likely to run into some trouble, but not too much trouble. She wasn't interested in getting shot, which got her thinking that perhaps if she did this on a regular basis that she looked into some bulletproof clothing. She was getting a little ahead of herself and focused on the task at hand, finding some lowlife to beat the shit out of, but this time for a good cause.

The blonde found herself driving by the docks, a likely occurrence with her living fairly close to the beach. It was pretty quiet, but as she drove past, she noticed that there was a gate freely swinging open to one of the shipping yards of the warehouses. She found it odd since there was no trucks leaving or entering the facility. She slowed the motorcycle to a stop just outside the freely swinging open gate and spotted a cut lock in the middle of the entrance.

She smirked at seeing she may have her opportunity to unwind as it could be a simple theft of a shipment, which seemed a simple enough crime that she could stop. She turned her bike around and drove it to a secluded spot then doubled backed inside the yard. She used some of the parked vehicles for cover as she made her way through the mass of trucks.

Crouching behind the end of a big-rig, she looked around to see a van that wasn't a company vehicle parked with its rear to one of the loading stations. They had a good setup- another truck on the right side of the van to block anyone from seeing them from the road, but from her vantage point, she could spot the driver and two fairly muscular individuals with bare arms covered in tattoos between the van and the warehouse. She could also see that one closest to the warehouse was being handed something, which he was handing it off to the second person then he was handing it off to someone in the van.

She thought about how she could take them as quickly as possible without being dog piled. She'd need the element of surprise and looked around her surroundings for anything that would give her that element. Her eyes turned to look at the neighboring trailer they were using for cover and it gave her an idea.

The blonde turned back and hugged the trailer giving her cover then looked around the end to see if their vision was obscured by the van, other than the driver. She noticed that he kept looking back and that his headlights were out. She grinned as it gave her the opportunity. She started jogging across the lot under the cover of darkness and rounded the truck.

She climbed up the side of the trailer and slipped on top of it, slowly crawling over the top of it while the crooks were focusing on moving the contents into the back of the van. She spotted two and one inside the warehouse. She smiled as she had her opportunity.

Sam stood up and called down to the crooks with a smirk, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that it was wrong to take things that don't belong to you?"

The two between the warehouse looked up to her and one of them shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

"The one that's going to kick your fucking ass."

She leapt from the top of the truck and spread her arms, catching two of them as she fell and used them to break her fall. She rolled off them pretty quickly while they remained grasping for breath and fight off the pain of her landing on them and the back of their heads hitting the concrete.

One of the others in the warehouse ran out to see what was happening and jumped down to the ground. "What's going o—"

Sam clocked him in the jaw as hard as a professional fighter, sending him spinning and onto the ground. She turned to the guy in the back of the van and he stepped out, looking fierce, standing at nearly six and a half feet with logs for arms. She wasn't intimated as he didn't look any tougher than John Zakappa and she could make him eat the mat without much of a problem.

She felt a little cocky because of it and threw a lazy right hook, which he was able to catch her wrist and threw a hard jab that got her left kidney, striking her with considerable force to jerk her to the side.

"Fuck!" she growled in more annoyance than pain as she curled to her left side to instinctively shield where she had been hit.

The thug followed up by jerking her to his left to turn her back to the neighboring trailer then a kick outward, striking her stomach and sending her back against the side of the trailer with a heavy thud.

"Ugghhh," Sam grunted out with a bit of air knocked out of her and her head slamming back, silently cursing herself for being so stupid, not just in leaving herself open, but in doing all… this.

He crossed the distance in barely a moment and grabbed her by the jacket collar and held her against the trailer. He took a good look up and down, eyeing the sexily dressed girl and leered, "Wow, you're a pretty little thing… we could have some fun after thi—"

Sam threw her head forward, smashing her forehead against his nose, breaking it in an instant and causing him to release her and stumble backwards.

"YOU FUGGING BISH! YOU BWOKE MY GOGYAM NOSSE!" he screamed, lunging at her.

She fought back a smirk as she grabbed his shoulders and drove her knee into his groin, sending a shooting pain through him and dropping him to his knees. She followed up with a right cross and sent his face into the pavement. And, just for a laugh, she sent a swift kick right into his stomach, and could almost feel a couple ribs crack.

The driver jumped out of the van to see what was happening, catching Sam putting down one of his partners in crime. He was surprised for a second then charged at Sam.

The blonde grabbed his outstretched arm and his shoulder and spun to plant his face hard against the side of the trailer, his face bouncing off the panel and possibly breaking his nose as well. She dropped him then turned just in time to see the one of the first guys she put down had picked himself up and begin swinging a crowbar at her face. She ducked just in time not to hit her, but there was no question her balance was off as she stumbled to the ground.

He took the opportunity to rapidly kick her, managing to make contact a number of times with her stomach despite curling into a ball to protect her stomach. He stopped almost as soon as he began his vicious kicks and lifted the crowbar, ready to start beating her, but out of the shadows, a line with a claw shoots out and clenched around the metal object. A jerk of the line pulled the potential instrument of destruction from his hand and into the shadows.

He turned and shouted, "What the fuck?!"

He looked up to see a figure towering over them on top of the trailer. Lightning flashed behind the new arrival, silhouette the dark figure. He took a few fearful steps back, not knowing what he was seeing and the hesitation was his mistake.

The dark dressed figure jumped from the trailer and tackled him to the ground. He knocked the wind out of the crook and rolled forward in one smooth motion then planted his feet, prepared for a fight with his raised forearms. The new player gave the thug a chance to climb back to his feet, but not a chance to react as he threw a hard right, connecting with a precise, yet bone crunching strike, exacerbating the strike Sam had given him.

The criminal stumbled to his right then fell completely over, twitching a bit before he fell completely into unconsciousness.

The dark figure turned to the large fellow that Sam had head butted and kneed as he stood up and wiped the blood under his nose. He growled out, "You're him? Da ding dat has eberyone wedding deir pands?"

He remained silent and coldly stared with dark eyes, raising a hand and making a slow fist.

The larger man shouted and charged at him, throwing a punch, but the vigilante ducked under it and grabbed the outstretched arm, turning his back to him then tossing him over his shoulder. The larger man landed hard on his back and the vigilante held onto the arm, turning and dropping his right knee on his shoulder and twisting it until he heard the pop of it being pulled out of its socket.

"FUG—!"

He was cut off when the crime fighter smashed down with his padded forearm, smashing his teeth and nose to silence him.

Two that were struggling to get back up saw how the masked vigilante was beating the crap out of 'Tiny'. They glanced to each other and came to the same conclusion. They scurried onto their feet and made a dash to the van. One climbed into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. He floored the accelerated just as one of his compatriots climbed into the passenger seat and almost tumbled out.

Sam thought about running after the van, but she was too captivated in watching the vigilante finish apprehending the largest member of the crew.

The masked vigilante rolled the unconscious criminal onto his stomach and pulled his arms behind his back. He slipped the large man's wrists into cuffed zipties and pulled them tight. He stood up and looked to the former juvenile delinquent turned amateur crime fighter, turning a hidden gaze to her with his mask.

Sam took several deep breaths, frozen in the moment of witnessing a true professional, ignoring the bit of ache in her side and stomach she knew would dissipate in a few minutes, and grinned at her mysterious hero, though she wouldn't admit such a response, nor that she really needed his help. She got a good look at him for the first time. He was dressed head-to-toe in black with the top of his head and the upper half of his face covered with a mask and attached black bandana tied behind his head. He wore what looked like a leather jacket but with various interlocking plates around the arms and over the torso. His pants looked like old BDU pants with thigh guards and heavy shin guards over boots.

The blonde licked her lips and greeted him with a sultry tone, "Hello… Night Master, right?"

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The masked figure approached her, eyes narrowed, and grabbed her by the upper arms then shoved her against the side of the closest wall. He practically growled at her with an electronic edge to his voice, "What the hell do you think you are you doing?"

Sam was a bit startled by his reaction, but immediately put on a grin from his forcefulness. She wasn't used to being manhandled and since she could sense that he really didn't want to hurt her, with the whole helping her and all, it sent a thrill down her sore back. She licked her lips and answered with a sultry tone, "Isn't it obvious? I'm just trying to do my part to keep the streets clean and…" She looked past him to the ones left on the ground. "…I—we did a pretty good job of doing that."

"Great… another copycat…" He sighed and let go of her arms and slightly glanced away from her and spat in mild disgust. "Just what I needed..."

"Look, dude…" The blonde straightened up and gently corrected, "I'm not trying to copy you… I want to help you."

He turned a dismissive glare to her and replied, "They all do."

Sam licked her lips and shifted her weight to her right hip, taking a bit of pressure off her sore side, and answered, "Yeah, but I'm betting they're not as good as I am. You know… in case you missed my handiwork…" She motioned her hands over the three downed robbers as to proof of her statement.

"Oh, I saw it…" The vigilante let his eyes pass over the unconscious criminals then continued on, pushing her back against the wall once more with sheer intimidation. "You were rash, stupid, and sloppy. You're all strength and no finesse. But, as reluctant as I am to admit this, you did an… adequate job of stopping them until I arrived."

"Adequate? I was kicking their asses."

He sneered with a lazy shake of his head, "Yeah… you were doing a fantastic job while one of them was kicking the shit out of you."

Sam turned a glare to him and spat out, "Whatever, he got lucky and got a few good licks in. But he's on the fucking ground now, so there's that."

"Because I'm the one who put him there..."

"Because you interrupted me! If anyone should be pissed, it's me. You're the one that stepping on my turf."

He stared her in the eyes and demanded, "I'm not going to argue with you. As much as I appreciate and can acknowledge your…" He passed a glanced to the downed criminals. "…'ass kicking', you need to stop. It's too dangerous for you to go out on your own to do this and then there's the risk of getting arrested. The cops don't exactly like us for doing their jobs."

Sam crossed her arms under chest, pushing her bust just a little higher and flirtingly asked, "You care if I get hurt or arrested?"

"Of course I would care if you got hurt. I don't want anyone getting hurt or to have their death be on my conscious. It's not what I wanted to… inspire."

Sam slowly walked around him with a possessive eye, putting a little more emphasis on swinging her hips. "Who would have thought such a badass would be such a softie?"

He turned his head to watch her walk around, frowning into almost a sneer at her remark.

She continued while she was directly behind him and he couldn't look at her, resting her hand on his right shoulder while rounding his left, "You can't help but inspire people, so that sounds like a problem you're going to have to deal with and not mine."

He grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her around to face him.

Sam fought a grin that was threatening to form on her face from his manhandling.

"You're right…" he growled at her face. "It is my problem and one I guess I will have to deal with you."

"Oh? How do you propose to do that?" she flicked an eyebrow up over the mask as she continued, "Actually, I do have a suggestion or two on how you could do that."

He leered with a hint of a laugh, "Oh really? What do you suggest?"

She took a step closer to him, invading his personal space and pressing her chest against his armor plated one, pushing the swell of her breast up a little bit from her top.

The masked vigilante straightened up and she felt a slight tremor go through him, sensing his surprise from her physical move.

She titled her chin up a bit to look him in the eyes and explained, "I was thinking perhaps… I could… join you. Team up. That would certainly lower the risk of me getting hurt, since you're so goddamn concerned, and you could have someone watching your back. It's a win-win… for us."

He grabbed her other bicep, holding her in place, sending an incredible shiver through her, and countered, "Or… I could just leave you, here, tied up with the rest of the criminals, and have you explain to the cops why you're dressed up as some… 'Dark Dame'.

"That's a really dumb name, for the record…" Sam shook her head, not ready to back down on her point.

"You probably wouldn't get arrest as part of their crew," he continued, unfazed by her comments, "but I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate your vigilantism. They'd make an example of you like that Phoenix guy in Seattle, and you wouldn't get hurt going out… like that..."

Sam had to fight the smirk from forming on her face with the feel of his grip on her arms, getting the feeling he was fighting hard not to look at her because it was clearly working on him, but she was also turned on that he could easily physically match her. "Oh, why would you do something like that? You're the good guy. You wouldn't want me to go to jail for something I didn't do."

"But you did do it…" he said with a stern tone. "You came out here and got yourself into trouble… Besides, maybe I care about your safety more? A brush with the system might scare you some sense into you."

She licked her lips and rolled her eyes before scoffing, "I've already been to juvie plenty of times and it didn't help keep me on the straight and narrow. I doubt the real thing would do any good."

"Oh it didn't? Then what's kept you from winding back in there or an adult prison."

"I used to have a friend that watched out for me, but she's spending her senior year in Europe and… I'm getting 'itchy'."

"Itchy?"

"Yeah…" She squinted just a hair and partially pursed her lips. "I thought maybe I could scratch it in a productive way."

He let her go and answered, "If you want to work out some of that energy, I suggest hitting the gym. It works wonders for me."

"I see that…" she said, before she even realized it. "It's not the same. There's no thrill in punching bags and cold steel equipment."

"Great," he muttered with an annoyed groan, "I'm dealing with an adrenaline junkie."

"Call me all the names you want. I know I'm doing some good…" Sam trailed off as she made a face and finished as if she had something sour in her mouth, "…that's very fucking weird for me to say…"

"Fine, if you won't stop on your own…"

Sam looked to him with an odd mix of sultry and sarcasm as she replied, "And how exactly are you going to do tha—"

He grabbed her arms again and pushed her back against the side of the trailer then turned her to face it. He grabbed one wrist and brought it behind her back.

Sam felt the first shiver of panic, with more than a hint of eroticism, as he physically manipulated her. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"One, watch your language…" he said, lecturing her which should have driven Sam into a rage, but in this moment… she felt something else. "And two, I'm leaving you here for the cops. At least you'll be off the street for the night."

She jerked away her left hand to prevent him from cuffing her. "Okay, okay, fine… I'll go home."

"Good girl…" The masked man pressed his chest against her back, pressing her against the cold trailer and keeping a firm grip on her left wrist. He brought his lips to her right ear and whispered, "So if I let you go, you'll go home and I won't see you out here again?"

Sam took several frustrated breaths, a bit of a challenge as he pressed her chest against the trailer and arm pushed up her back and answered with a growl, "Yes, I'll fucking go home. I'll go home and forget about this night. You won't see me again… asshole."

Several seconds passed, feeling his other hand run up her back under her jacket until he felt his fingertips brush over the top of the corset. The fingers left her skin just as soon as he touched it, and then she felt him letting her wrist go and the pressure taken off her back. She pushed off the trailer, taking several breaths, and rubbing her wrist to get some feeling back in it from his strong grip.

She glanced over her shoulder and began, "If I'm being sent home, you could at least walk me back to my bike…" She trailed off when she saw that he was nowhere to be seen. She rolled her eyes up and groaned out in frustration. She clicked her tongue and sourly remarked, "Oh… you're going to be like that, eh?"

She shook her head and started back towards the lot entrance, sparing only a moment to give the guy that kicked her another swift kick to the gut, hearing a satisfying crack of another rib and groan from the barely conscious crook. She was tempted to give him a few more kicks, but the idea was interrupted as she heard the first sound of sirens in the distance.

"Shit!"

The commotion had to alert someone, especially with the van peeling away from the scene. She didn't know if they were heading her way or just heading for a crime in the general vicinity, but either way she picked up her pace as she didn't want to be picked up by the cops.

She rounded the gate out of the lot and in nearly a flash, hopped on her motorcycle and placed her helmet back on. She sped away just as the first patrol car arrived on the scene.

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Sam was lazily taking the long way around back home, frustrated that her meeting with the vigilante had gone so badly. She thought she could see that she was getting to him, but he had still sent her away like a disobedient child to her room. She was determined not to be outdone, so she contemplated on how she could attract his attention in the future and get him to accept her. She thought perhaps she would need to come on a little stronger with what she could do.

As she approached a light, she noticed in the distance on the sidewalk a woman was struggling with a young man over something.

"Help me!"

The mugger jerked the purse away and shoved the woman to the ground then darted down the sidewalk.

Sam sped back up, the motorcycle roaring as she caught up with mugger and turned her bike sharply to her right and brought it to a stop.

The thief didn't have time to stop, so he collided and flipped over the front of the bike.

The blonde was able to maintain her footing on the bike to prevent tumbling over with him then put out the kickstand to step off her vehicle. She picked up the mugger by the collar then threw him against a wall.

"Uufff," he growled in surprise and a bit of pain in his back as a bit of breath was knocked out.

Sam shook her head and muttered in pity, "Really, asshole? Stealing a woman's purse while she's walking down the street?"

The young man with five o'clock shadow glared to her and pushed off the wall, ready to swing on her, but she was quicker and jabbed him in the face. His head snapped back and the back of it smacked against the wall.

He grabbed the back of his head, rubbing the back of it to ease the pain and see if he was bleeding. He turned a look to her again and growled, ready to fight her, but before either could take another swing on the other, a patrol car pulled up with lights flashing, blocking the street in both directions.

The officers threw their respective car doors opened and hopped out, drawing their weapons on the blonde and mugger. One officer shouted, "Get your hands up!"

Sam debated about making a run for it, but decided, with L.A. cops especially, not to take the chance that she wouldn't be shot in the back. She put her hands over the back of her head and slowly sank to one knee then the other.

The mugger wasn't so smart and made a run for it, setting one of the officers after him. It was a short run as the cop caught up with him and shot a taser at him. The fleeing criminal was hit with the jolt of electricity and dropped to the ground, twitching for several more seconds before the fight left him.

The remaining officer cautiously approached Sam and walked around her. He holstered his weapon while he grabbed her left wrist. He sarcastically questioned while pulling out his handcuffs from his belt, "So we got another one of you kids playing dress up and roaming the streets?"

Sam remained silent to his question, hoping that the woman would explain what had happened.

He cuffed one wrist then pulled it down to her back then pulled her other arm down to cuff her hands together. He slipped an arm through her lopped left arm and helped her back on her feet.

The officer began reading Sam her rights as they walked to the car but at the last moment before they reached the open back door, something zipped out of the night and pinged on the pavement between Sam's feet and the open car door. A moment later, a billow of heavy smoke emanated from it and filled the surrounding area. Sam and the police officer started coughing a fit as their sight was blinded.

Sam jerked away from the officer's grip and tried to run out of the smoke, but suddenly felt an arm slip between her looped left arm and around her back. The next moment she heard a whistling shot then she felt the sensation of being lifted off of her feet.

Seconds later, she felt solid ground under her feet while she continued to cough several more times.

The handsome crime fighter released her and turned to face her, taking a tight grip on her upper arms to help her maintain her balance as she was getting some fresh air. She regained her breath and lifted her chin, meeting his eyes. She sighed again for some more air then mumbled, "Thanks."

"I told you to go home and you promised you would."

Sam shrugged a shoulder and smirked, answering with a flippant tone, "I was going home, but I saw the woman was being mugged, so I thought I would help. What the hell did you expect me to do? Call nine-one-one and let him get away in the half hour it takes the pigs to show up. She would have never seen her stuff or that piece of shit again."

The vigilante deepened his frown, holding his tongue for a moment, a moment Sam took advantage to make her point, "See, you fucking know I'm right. I couldn't just drive by and not help. Besides, why should you get all the fun?"

"It's not about 'fun'. I'm trying to make a difference."

"Jesus Christ… do you get paid by the sanctimonious bullshit line. Do you know how much trouble I saved that woman from having to deal with the fact that he had her ID and credit cards and whatever other shit she was keeping in that bag. And what about the future- having to be fearful for the rest of her life that someone can just run up on her, take her shit, and hurt her? I did her and the community a favor."

The vigilante clenched his jaw tighter, unable to retort.

Sam licked her lips and gave him a cocky look. She smugly asked, "Are you upset that I could get hurt—arrested this time- or is it because you're afraid of the competition?"

"Competition? You think this is about my ego?!" He rolled his eyes as he verged on shouting.

"Yeah, I do…" she fired back, still rubbing her wrists up and down trying to deal with the tightness. "It's gotta be something like that because I'm not buying the bullshit reason you gave me."

"I told you back at the docks…" he said, straining to keep his composure. "I don't want you… or your act here… on my conscience if, but more likely when, you got hurt or worse, killed."

"I'm a big girl and your emotional safety hangup isn't my problem. I told you how we could settle this, but you blew me off— even worse actually- you were going to hand me off to the cops."

"Do you really need that thrill?" he said, the gruff tone slightly weakening, revealing what Sam assumed to be his real voice. "Do you absolutely need to beat up criminals to keep the 'edge off?'"

"It's a benefit, but…"

"But?" he said expectantly.

She took a step closer to him, pressing her full chest against him again, which seemed bigger and curvier with her hands cuffed behind her back. "What can I say? The thrill of the fight was a turn on… and you… seeing you on the news then seeing you in action really… really turned me on."

"So you are a fan?" he said, showing clear signs that he wanted to smile at her, but his façade wouldn't allow it.

Sam leaned forward and whispered into his left ear, "I could be more than just a fan… if you let me…"

He took a step back, clearly stunned by her 'offer.'

The blonde sexily smirked, pushing her chest out a bit more to strain the corset. "What? You can't say you don't find me attractive. How many times have your eyes zoomed on my tits?"

His jaw locked and stared coldly onto her for several seconds before he answered her in a curt tone, "We need to settle this right now... I just can't have you go out doing this on your own."

Sam teasingly mocked him, trying to get under his skin, "Oh, how do you suppose we do that? You didn't seem too keen on my partnership offer."

He remained silent as he reached into his belt and pulled out what looked like a pepper spray dispenser. He pressed the trigger and the fine mist hit her face. She expected to start coughing and eyes watering from the natural reaction to pepper spray, but instead she suddenly found herself groggy.

"Oh that's some bullsh-"

She began swooning, feeling consciousness slip away from her until she slumped in his grasp and darkness took her.

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Sam began to stir and groggily returned to consciousness as she smelled a sweet fragrance invading her nostrils then felt herself being lifted out of, presumably, a seat. She stumbled onto her feet and felt a strong arm around her back and waist then heard a something slam shut to her side that sounded like a car door shutting. Her cloudy mind didn't have a chance to fathom it any further as she suddenly felt like she was off her feet, snapping her back to full consciousness with the rushing air. Seconds later, she landed on her feet onto a balcony, realizing that he had used some grappling hook and line to haul them up.

The masked man walked Sam into the room, still off balanced, pausing only long enough to close the glass doors behind them and closed the blinds, led her to the bed then turned her to have a seat on the edge of it to face him. He walked over to a switch and the room illuminated, causing Sam to rapidly blink as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Once her eyes adjusted, she glanced around the upscale hotel room, a penthouse, she realized after several seconds since she was clearly in a bedroom and there was a lot more to the room than what she could initially see.

Sam turned her eyes to him and asked, "So… you brought me to a hotel room?" She smirked and coyly asked, "I guess you have a particular method to persuade me to stop my activities?"

He stared at her for several seconds, crossing his arms over his chest and just observing her for a few moments before disdainfully asking, "And what would that be?"

Sam threw her head back, throwing some of her locks off her left shoulder and answered, "Well there are only a few things one uses a hotel room for: You could be homeless and need a place to crash… or you're just here on vacation… or, my favorite, you want to fuck. I've seen enough of your tech that it's not on the first thing, and this looks barely used and you've got jack for suitcases… so…" She flicked her brow above her mask to accentuate her point, "we stand at number three…"

He returned with a cock of his head and detachedly answered, "Or it was simply a safe 'house' I use so we can talk without interruption… and if you're not persuaded by my words, I could beat the mess out of you to teach you that lesson then drop you off in some alley?"

The coldness in his voice almost made her flinch, but instead made the slowly burning amber of desire for him start crackling as if blowing air onto it. She answered with a devilish grin, "You could… for a couple reasons. First off, you're dripping with white knight do-goodery so there's no way you'd ever hit a girl. And if you were capable of it, I doubt you'd do that in such a nice hotel room… you could have just dropped me off in some alley and done the same thing. You brought me here for a reason and I'm not buying that it's just a convenient place for us to talk and not to… relieve some of that tension you had to work up. I know I worked some up beating the shit out of some creeps and I definitely got some fire going…" She eyed him up and down as she finished, "…looking at you."

He crossed his arms over his chest and mocked, "I think you overestimate yourself. It's L.A. I can just walk down the street any day of the week and meet pretty blondes. Perhaps I don't want to just talk to you, but… interrogate you as I said. Find out the real reason you decided to dress up and start prowling the night."

"You're not taking my word for it? That I want to scratch my itch without being a criminal… that I want to help you… maybe even get close to you?"

"No, you're too… convenient."

"Whatever…" Sam slightly turned to her left to show her cuffed hands behind her back, cocked her head to the side and coyly asked, "So… is taking the handcuffs off out of the question?"

He raised an unseen eyebrow under his mask and answers, "One usually keeps the subject immobile for the most part to maintain control."

"I'm a subject?" The blonde licked her pink lips, incredulously and asked, "Really? You have to 'control' me? Are you seriously that afraid of me?"

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of her thighs and staring her straight in the eyes. He gently challenged without a sliver of concern in his voice, "Should I be? Should I be afraid of another masked vigilante prowling the streets?"

She returned with a grin and answered, "Not really… I'm… just trying to let off some steam, and if I get to help keep the streets clean of criminals, that's not a bad thing. There's no reason why you should be afraid of little ol' me."

He scornfully chuckled, "I'm a criminal. I go out at night, with no badge or police acceptance, and assault people. This is not the job of someone who is completely sane. So, yeah, perhaps I should be concerned about you?"

"Oh please…" Sam rolled her eyes. "You fucking help people. They're not afraid to walk the streets anymore because of you and… I'm not going to try to hurt someone that's trying to do that, so… you can uncuff me and we can… 'discuss' your concerns about me, and perhaps then you could persuade me to stop."

"Uncuffing you would be very foolish since I don't know you, so I can't trust you. At first glance, you might be some crazed fan—that has its own dangers if you become a stalker. You're not the first one to start copying me and take the law into their own hands. Or was that just a show for me and you're actually working for the cops?"

Sam squared her jaw and glared at him for what she took as an insult. She spat out in disgust, "I'm not working for the cops…" She took a few breaths then reasserted her emotional control, "…but I will admit again I'm a fan of yours… one that really wants to help you and…" She licked her lips as she trailed off and gave him a sultry gaze.

He cautiously asked, studying for any physical giveaways to her true emotional state or thought processes, knowing full well what she kept dancing around. "And what?"

"I've watched you on the news for the last few weeks and…" Sam said, as if the words were made of acid and burned on their way out. "And it's caused me to… want you… then I see you for myself and… Jesus… you're hot and strong and…"

"And what?" he questioned, getting closer to her face to study her. "You clearly want or need something to go to all this."

"I just…" she said, feeling so tongue tied in the moment of truth. "I just need someone that will…"

He stood up and guardedly looked down at her, slowly questioning, "Will do what?"

"Put me… and keep me… in my place."

"In your place? So you are a potential criminal and not some vigilante?"

Sam took a deep breath and straightening her posture, causing the corset to strain to hold her chest in place while showing off more of the soft upper curvature of her chest. She caught his eyes dart for a second down to her heaving cleavage and she internally smiled, seeing that he liked what he saw and that she could potentially take advantage of his secret acknowledgement.

"Well… I admitted to you that I have a juvie record…" She nodded her head to one side, "…but I've been staying out of trouble. For the most part, at least." She nodded her head to the other side, "…but I've also been a little on edge… bored and… stopping some crime would do me and the city some good."

He crossed his arms over his chest and rhetorically questioned, "So you want to commit crimes that have a little more… 'approval' to them?"

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

"No. I'm protecting people…" he smirked as he turned her words back onto her, "…just like you said I was doing."

"I wouldn't mind doing that too… by your side," she said with a soft tone, preparing to move into more sultry territory. "It's just… I think I would need you more… to keep me in line with… some… gentle punishment."

"Punishment? For what?"

Sam ran her tongue over her bottom lip and answered, "Yeah… 'punishment'." She turned to her right and rolled onto her stomach and scooted back just enough for her crotch to press against the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder, wiggled her ass and innocently added, "A good spanking could do it… and if that's not enough… you could remind me in other ways who was the real boss… the champion of the city… the Master of the Night."

"I've always been on the fence about that name they gave, you know…" The masked man stroked his chin, studying the display of her bent over with her tight ass hanging off the bed. He finally uttered in what Sam hoped was feigned disgust, "You're laying it on real thick… Too thick. Now I know you're working for the cops. You have to have a wire or a bug on you right now."

Sam licked her lips and challenged, "Search me… thoroughly… from head to toe. I'm not wearing any wire."

He walked over and grabbed her upper arms and lifted her back on her feet. He stared her in the eyes for a few seconds, trying to gauge her honesty.

Sam thought she was getting to him, but he suddenly lifted her a bit then tossed her facedown onto the bed with considerable force with her bouncing on the center, drawing a surprise yelp past her lips.

He crawled onto the bed, straddled her legs and grabbed her biceps to prevent her from going anywhere, especially with her hands trapped behind her back.

"You want me to, don't you? You want me to search every bit of you?"

She wiggled in his grip, but not making any real attempt to get out of his grip. "I just want you to feel… safe. I'm the real deal, man."

He scooted off of her and the bed and stood up, looking over her as if she was a potential adversary. "Okay, I'll play along for now, but…"

He circled back around and pulled her on her feet to press against his body, their mouths just millimeters away, but he suddenly turned her in place and threw her back onto the bed. He straddled over the back of her thighs then leaned down and grabbed her cuffed hands. "I'm going to have to uncuff you then cuff you back, but don't try anything or…"

"Wouldn't dream of it…" Sam was curious about what he had in mind if she disobeyed him and tempted to try, but he clearly had a plan in mind and didn't want to derail it with her impatience. She hotly answered, "Okay… you're in charge."

He undid one cuff then slid back off the bed and pulled her onto her feet. He turned her around and recuffed her hands, but this time in front of her. He grabbed her by the upper arms and pushed her to sit back down then scooted back until her back was against the pillows of the headboard. He lifted her cuffed hands up and just over the top of the headboard. He looked her dead in the eyes as their faces were so close they could feel each other's breath on them.

The blonde amateur vigilante stared back, wondering what he was doing until she realized the chain of the cuffs was hooked on something just over the edge of the top of the headboard. She wiggled her wrists, testing the strength of her attachment to the bed.

Sam smirked and sarcastically pointed out, "You know I can pull out of this? I'd break part of the headboard, but still pull away."

He scooted back a bit to kneel beside her left leg and answered with a dangerous smile, "You could, but… I don't think you would enjoy what I would have to do to keep you bound."

"You'd be surprised…" Sam paused at hearing a slight edge in his voice, picking up that she probably wouldn't enjoy his plan B, so she remained compliant.

The dark vigilante scooted back to her feet and turned to her right boot and started unlacing it. He loosened the string about halfway down then pulled the footwear off her limb. He looked at the sole of the boot, taking care to examine it for any slit where a bug or tracking device could have been slipped inside. Satisfied that there wasn't anything wrong with the sole, he brought the boot to the light and looked inside, finding nothing unusual. He slipped his hand inside and felt inside, seeing if there was any redone seem or protrusion were such a device could be hidden.

After feeling around for a few more seconds and satisfied that there wasn't anything in it, he tossed it aside and proceeded to undo her second boot. He slipped it off her foot, repeating the process with the foot apparel then tossed it away once he was satisfied that didn't carry a bug.

Sam remained quiet as she watched him work. She was impatient to have him get his hands on her, but it looked like she was going to get at least a little of what she wanted with him performing a thorough search on her.

He took off one sock at a time and turned them inside out to make sure she didn't have anything hidden in them. He tossed them to her discarded boots then reached into her jacket pockets and scurried around a bit in one, but pulled out her phone with the other. He examined the pear shaped device, tapping the screen and seeing that it was locked. "What's your password?"

"Why do you want to know my password?"

"I want to turn off the GPS in case it's on, so you give me the code or I'll break the phone."

She rolled her eyes and blew out a frustrating breath, "Alright, alright, it's four-four-two-six.

He tapped the code in and the phone unlocked. Sam wasn't sure what he was doing since the GPS could be shut off with a single push, but he seemed to be busy on it. Finally, he leaned over and sat the phone on the night table after turning it off then settled himself to run his hands over the outside and inside of the jacket. He finished by running his hand over the sleeves, pulling a smirk from her.

There seemed to be a slight smirk on his face as well, but was gone in an instant as he waddled on his knees back and pulled her legs apart by about forty-five degrees then moved between them before turning his eyes to her chest. He took a moment to pull his gloves off, his left one then right one before tossing them onto the neighboring night table. Reaching for the zipper in the center of her chest and slowly pulled it down, the sound of the parting teeth, the only other sound in the room competing with Sam's increased breath. He reached the end of it by the waistband of her jeans then paused, giving her another once over and perhaps waiting for her to react since he didn't see any bra material from underneath the unzipped corset.

"Getting pretty close to the goods…" She half smirked, eyeing him innocently and asking, "Changing your mind?"

He half smirked and answered in a coy manner, "I was just checking to see if you were getting nervous, in case I was getting close to any tracking device… and, you don't have any problem with nudity do you?"

Sam's smile grew and she lazily rested the side of her head on her shoulder. "I told you that you could search me thoroughly. Have your way with me… you know… with your search needs."

He nearly laughed as he answered, "Okay…"

He quickly pulled opened the flaps of the corset, causing her captive flesh to spill out and bounce, making her feel helpless and weak, totally at his mercy and she was loving every second of it. The material dropped to her sides and once the movement ceased, he seemed to revel in her smooth pale skin and a set of beautiful hefty breasts topped with eraser shaped nipples and dime size pink areoles. They would make any teenage boy hard in seconds and any curious female's mouth start to water.

She licked her lips and asked, "Seeing anything you like, Master… of the Night?"

Sam could feel a slight twitch when she called him that which only made her more excited that he might want this as much as she did, if that was possible.

He eyed her for a second then sarcastically remarked, "Well, no wire…" He ran his hands up her bare sides, sending goosebumps through her. He smirked at seeing her reaction, but refrained from commenting at the moment. He wrapped his hands around her breasts, causing her to squirm and moan out from his firm grip. He started to gently massage them, getting a real feel for their size and softness, flicking his thumbs over her hardening peaks. He kept up his massage, gently squeezing then relaxing his fingers then repeated the process for about a minute, relaxing and heating her up at the same time.

Sam closed her eyes and her breath picked up then sighs past her lips until she had to audible groan, "Aghhh…"

He released his hands from them, letting them gently bounce before they settled back on her chest, and ran his hands up and down her sides. "They're real… least I know they didn't stick a bug in an implant…"

Sam rolled her eyes at such a ludicrous suggestion, but then again they could plant bugs under the skin of animals, so why not people? Any further thought was cut off when he slipped a hand under her back and between the jacket to pull away the corset from her body. He gave it a once over, seeing if there was any sown into the garment. He did find a tiny circular object at the top of the lace on the inside of the corset. He removed it and slipped it into one of his pockets on his utility belt.

The blonde demanded out of fear, "What was that?"

"It was my tracker."

Her fear turned to stunned outrage, "You bugged me?"

"I wanted to see if you were actually going home, but you just had to stop that mugging… had to play big damn hero…"

"Ain't I just…"

She trailed off when his hands went back to her mounds of flesh and picked up his gentle manipulation of her breasts. No one had ever touched her like this, with such care and yet so much raw power behind each and every touch. Cat's tiny hands couldn't have this effect, let alone the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness that she'd yet to find.

I sure as shit found it now, she thought to herself as her thoughts began to disappear into pleasure.

Sam let out a deeper sigh as he put a hint more force on kneading them. She figured he was either a natural with his hands, manipulating her heavy flesh to set her nerves on fire, or he had considerable practice. If it was the latter, she was determined to be the one that he would practice on from now on.

The masked individual sarcastically asked as his ears were being filled more and more with her louder and deeper sighs, "Are you enjoying me searching you?"

"Fuck…" Sam squirmed, pushing her chest more into his hands and answered, "What can I say? You have fantastic hands."

"Why, thank you…"

"You could be a masseuse and I wouldn't mind getting one from you every day. You could actually have any profession and I'd kill to get this everyday."

The masked man remained silent, but kept his gently rolling motion of her breasts, gently pushing them together then pulling them apart then back together while brushing his thumbs over her hardening nipples.

Sam closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side and sighed melting to his touch.

He quietly remarked, "Well… you did take a few good blows from those guys before I showed up. I know I always enjoy a good massage after a night out and you did actually help stop the theft and the mugging, so… perhaps you should get one… while I continue to search you, of course."

The former delinquent from Seattle was beginning to relish in the feeling of his hands, so far lost in the pleasure that she missed him mentioning how he was getting a massage after a night of fighting crime. She closed her eyes and let him continue his 'searching'.

As he gave the heavy flesh the attention it deserved, he noticed the faint forming of yellow spots on her abdomen and her left side. He leaned forward to a spot just a few inches below the underside curve of her breasts and placed a soft kiss on it.

Sam's eyes opened up from the new contact and watched his lips press against her skin while his hands remained busy on her growing sensitive breasts. "What are you doing now? Is kissing me now part of your search?"

"You had a boo-boo and I thought I'd kiss it. You don't think it's too childish do you?" he finished with a light challenge in his voice.

The blonde asked in a nearly breathless manner, rattling her cuffs, "You know… I could kiss your 'boo-boos' too if you would let me…"

He refrained from immediately answering and kissed the spot again and again, driving away goose bumps and feeling that her muscles were relaxing. His kisses soon turned to gentle swiping of his tongue, tracing around the discoloration with his tongue then licking across it.

"Shittt…" Sam breathlessly asked, "More…"

He smiled against her flesh, knowing that he was gaining a further psychological edge on her, giving her such pleasure. He thought he could push that leverage a bit further by moving his extended tongue further north. Starting from under curve of her breast, the armored vigilante lazily licked upward until he reached just under her nipple then swirled around it to continue to the soft swell at the top. He trailed the tip of his tongue down the outer curve until he reached the bottom again then started up to her nipple for a second time. He swirled around it on the other side to avoid it and moved to reach the top again.

Sam's breath deepened as she knew he was purposely missing her nipple, but she held her tongue other than the deep sighs growing louder and longer with his sweeping tongue. By the third trip he took, she was absolutely aching for some attention to the peak.

The vigilante's tongue reached the top then crossed over to the left breast, making a long sweep around the outside edge to reach the bottom then up the inside of her right breast to reach the top as if completing a figure-eight around her breasts. He moved back down over the outside of the right breast, alternating with a few kisses with the tongue lashing until he reached the bottom again. He trailed up one more time to her nipple and she expected him to torturously skip it again, but to her surprise, he defied the teasing and latched onto her right nipple this time, taking a deep and hard suck as if he was trying to pull it off with his lips.

"URGGGHhhhh…" Sam deeply groaned out, pushing her head back against the headboard and lifting her chin up. The slow buildup had put her on edge, so when the more aggressive action was taken on sensitive nipple, it felt absolutely explosive. She started rolling her head back and forth and her body squirmed under him, but a firm grip under right breast and on her side held her in place as he had his enjoyment of the hardened pink nub. "Holy shitfuck…."

Her breath was heaving, causing her flushed chest to rapidly rise and fall. She could feel her center steaming and become heavily moist, most likely to the point that she was dampening her underwear. In fact, she couldn't recall a single time she'd ever been this wet or eager. She thought she was going to pop something inside just with his attention to her chest, creaming her jeans like some rabid fangirl at a concert.

He released her nipple from his lips after several excruciatingly wonderful seconds then licked around her right nipple and breathed against the sensitive nub, "When's the last time you've gotten attention like this? Where a guy… or girl, perhaps… just dedicated themselves to giving your beautiful and soft, and incredibly delicious chest the attention it deserves."

Sam rolled her head to the left and scrunched up her face in pleasure, mewing between breaths. She heard the comment about a girl and wondered if he got that from her phone since there were more than a few pictures of her and Cat, but right now the redhead was the furthest thing from her mind. "Ugghhh… it's… ahhh… been… a while."

"It's a shame… they're magnificent pieces of art. They're just the right size for you, and the perfect size for me, and they are so soft with just the right amount of firmness… and then there's these nipples… they're beautifully pink and hard. Someone could suckle from them for hours. They deserve to be worshipped… at least daily, if not hourly… and the way you look right now, so weak and helpless and on the verge of absolute ecstasy… you're about to pop right here and now. These beauties been neglected for far too long…" He latched onto her left nipple and slowly suckled, giving her a stark contrast in attention compared to what he had given her right one. "A problem I intend to correct…"

Sam squinted, trying to fight back the sensation flooding her mind so she could think and speak straight enough to get her point across, "Yeah… I just… uggghhh… it's been a while other than… my own hands."

Except for Cat, she thought to herself, not daring to mention another name that could ruin their momentum. There was a twinge of guilt in what she was doing right now, especially trying to delete her sweet roommate from her mind, but that was his fault. He made me feel these uncontrollable urges and cuffed me to the bed… so how could I be at fault, she rationalized.

"Well you could get a lot more attention in the future," he whispered, blowing soft, cold air on her already hard peaks, causing her to shiver with a coo.

"F-f-from you?"

He remained quiet for a second, feeling he may have just walked into her verbal trap, but chose to pivot back to his cold vigilante mode and answered, "I was thinking more about the criminal element out there. Do you what they could do with a fine set of tits like these? There are some very sick people who would-"

"Oh… I can imagine if they got the chance. It may have just been in juvie, but I've seen the really dark side of the criminal element. However…" she trailed off, batting her eyes, and arching her back a bit to better present her chest to him, "if I was with you… I wouldn't have to worry about them doing anything… You'd be there to keep me safe. You, on the other hand… I could just imagine what you could with them on a regular basis… with my approval. And I know you're thinking about it too."

"Oh, you could?" The crime fighter slowed his massaging, but maintained a soft grip on them, occasionally brushing her near glass cutting hard tips with his thumbs. "Do explain…"

She took a heavy breath, the tingling sensation from him slowing down setting her more on edge. She breathed out, "Yeah… we get back from stopping… a bunch of bad guys, you could give me a nice massage like you're doing right now… preferably without the cuffs… but rip my clothes off, kiss them, lick them then… you could get some relief… by sticking your cock between them and… fuck them until you painted my face with your creamy load. Wouldn't you just love that? I've never done it before, but I just look at you and I can just see it… sliding that hard cock of yours… the one you're hiding under your armor… and just… go at them until you unloaded those heavy balls on me?"

He remained quiet again, putting a little more effort in kneading her breasts, but she could see that he was tempted to do such a thing, and he was simply sizing her up.

She regretted never bringing it up with her ex-boyfriend as she would have let him do it, but she never saw the opportunity to offer and he was just too bashful to ask if he desired to try. Her mind fled from such a memory and focused on the task at hand, returning with a taunting question, "You'd like that wouldn't you? You would like to slide between these fucking tits until you were teetering on the edge then you'd squeeze them around that big cock and just let go… blasting my face then watching me wipe it off my face to gobble it up and rubbed the rest into my chest."

He wondered out loud, "It certainly would show you who was in charge…"

"As if there was a question…" Sam licked her lips and answered, "but yes, it certainly would…"

He looked like he was seriously contemplating doing that with her that very moment, but he surprised her by remarking, "You've gotten me quite distracted from searching you…"

He pulled his hands from her well stimulated, perhaps over stimulated breasts, and ran his hands down her sides, causing more goose bumps to form on her skin, until he reached her waist. He moved his hands over the waistband of her hip hugging jeans to reach for her button. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, revealing her dark thong. It was a bit hard to tell, but it looked like the material in the center was just a little darker than the rest of her crotch. However, her intimate scent hit his nose and if he didn't know already, he definitely knew now that she was put on edge by his attention.

He wasn't going to let himself get distracted however, so he hooked his fingers over the waistband and the elastic band. He started pulling them down together over her hips then down her smooth and creamy colored thighs until they were tangled up at her ankles. He hastily pulled them off her feet and took a cursory examination of her jeans, finding the pockets empty. He tossed her jeans away haphazardly in the room then looked back to his captive.

Sam was left bare other than her mask, gloves and her leather jacket, a sexy sight with her smooth, alabaster skin and busty figure. His eyes peered over her heaving and full breasts a second time then down her flat stomach to her blossoming opening with a small patch of neatly trimmed blonde hair above it. Lust was now taking over and it took all his might not to just ravage her, devouring her core that smelled perfect and then drilling her like a man possessed. However, he couldn't get distracted with her physical beauty in case this really was a trap. He reached for her mask as he commented, "I have to check for a bug in the mask…"

Sam turned her head away shouted in a panic, "No, don't!"

He pulled his hands away from her face, feeling a moment of hesitation from her first sign of genuine fear. He struggled with the idea that she was truly fearful or if it was part of the act, so he carefully asked, "So, you're hiding something in your mask?"

"No, it's just…" She looked down at her heaving chest, feeling a bit of fear for the first time. "If you take off the mask then I'm not a crime fighter… this becomes real. I'm just me… one 'helpless' bitch on this bed…"

He knew she wasn't truly helpless, but he would give her that consideration for the moment. "Okay… we'll take one step at a time with trust," he assured her with a sweet smile that broke his domineering demeanor.

Sam sighed, thankful for the consideration. "Than—"

She was cut off when her mouth was invaded with his tongue from the abrupt and forceful kiss. She instantly moaned and returned the kiss, meeting his tongue with her pink muscle, but found she was considerably outmatched once again with his force and dexterity.

They kissed and tongue wrestled for several seconds then he pulled his mouth away, each taking several deep breaths.

Sam chuckled, licked her lips and asked, "Whoa, what the hell was that, hero?"

"I was checking to see if you had any false teeth for a bug… and I found one," he began in a teasing manner, but finished in an accusing one.

Sam's face fell in worry, but she recovered by hastily explaining, "That was from my friend I told you about. My mom was the neglectful one, so…"

"She took care of you?"

"Yeah…"

He studied her expression and contemplated her explanation, weighing it for truthfulness. "I'll accept that answer."

Sam licked her lips, thinking on how lucky she was in not blowing whatever was forming between them. "Well, since you're done with your search, think you can uncuff me and let us talk about how I could be an… asset for you?"

"Oh no, I have one more place to search you—perhaps two—that you could have at least a bug before we can discuss such a thing."

She turned a confused look to him, but he answered with a trial of kisses down from her lips, which she closed her eyes and leaned into his mouth, down her neck and collarbone then across to her heart, placing a few lingering kisses on it then taking her nipple into his mouth. He sweetly suckled from the left one, deciding that one would get his loving attention while her other one would get the aggressive treatment.

"Huhhh, ahhh…" she mumbled from the returning sensations to her sensitive breasts.

He continued down her breast to her abdomen, kissing around it on the yellow spots and to her side before crossing again to reach her naval. He slipped the tip of his tongue into it, swirling around inside while noisily slurping around it with his lips.

Sam laughed and tried to move her stomach away, feeling that he was being ridiculous, but she wasn't getting away.

He lapped in it for a bit more, getting more of her savory tasting skin then sat up, turning a smug look on her. "I told you there's one other place they could have stuck a wire/bug in you… I guess I'm going to have to go for a full body-cavity search."

Sam slightly squinted and smirked. "Well if you must…"

He moved back until he was on his stomach and slipped his biceps under her thighs. He took a long look at her pink and slick opening, admiring her beauty before he uttered, "I should probably relax you a bit to examine you best."

He brought his mouth to her opening then stuck his tongue out and took a slow, long lick from her perineum to her hood over her slick lips, causing her to considerably shudder and straining against her cuffs. He took another lick on her outer right lip then left one then moved in to focus on her inner ones and she was practically kicking but kept firmly in place from his hands. He kissed her a few more times before he pushed his tongue inside and started swirling around, exploring her opening without any rhyme or reason to get a feeling of her velvet center and more of her tangy flavor.

"Huuhhaaah," Sam let out a slow breath and started moving her hips, pushing her center against his face in wanting more contact with his lips and tongue.

The masked man switched to a more deliberate approach with his tongue started to spell out letters, both capital and lowercase letters then added a low hum.

Sam shivered again with the vibration of his humming and muttered with baited breath, "Shiittt… right there, right FUCKING there… eat me up…" She bucked to his face in further encouragement and struggled in her restraints as her body seemed to vibrate as if his humming was metronome to her body. Her nerves were so on edge, the lightest touch was like a small jolt of electricity through her. Her voice rose in volume and pitched to have some outlet of the energy that was building inside, "Goooodddddd… Right fucking there… you fucking god… FUCCCKKKK…"

He reached up with his left hand and shoved two fingers between her lips, silencing her to loud moans while she sucked them for all they were worth as if it was his manhood that she desperately wanted to release into her mouth.

The vigilante added numbers and complex equations to his sped up tonguing, bathing her opening with more of his saliva than her slowly seeping love juices. His humming became louder between swipes of his tongue and slurps.

Her pelvis grounded more and more against his face, desperate to reach her peak while at the same time needing to release her built up energy. She was on the tittering point and he shoved her off by moving his tongue to her exposed clit and flicking over it at nearly blinding speed.

Her eyes popped open and she practically screeched around his fingers for the second he kept them in her mouth. He yanked them out and she cried out and shoved her crotch into his face, swiveling her hips to ground her sex against his mouth and nose, "FUCKINGSHIT!"

A new wave of her tangy nectar poured into his mouth and he eagerly lapped up the flavor. It was certainly a different flavor that he was used to tasting on his tongue, but no less welcome as he feasted on her.

Sam jerked and shuddered from her release, trying to free her hands and get his face away from her center as the knot of pleasure that he had been tightening since the first moment he started his 'search' of her snapped and the pent up energy released to overwhelm her. Her eyes started rolling back as she relaxed to the euphoria sweeping her from the release, a hard earned one from what she had gone through so far tonight. The struggling stopped as her muscles locked up as the rest of her body seized from the explosive mixed signals to her muscles.

The vigilante smiled against her sex and continued feasting as he watched her shudder in helplessness to her release and his continued stimulation.

The wave finally started dissipating several seconds or hours later, she wasn't sure with her near out of body experience. She closed her eyes and let her heavy chest heave for needed breath. She thought she could have a moment to really enjoy it, but she continued to feel his velvet slithering tongue continue to explore her and lick up her release.

She squirmed to try to get away as the attention was a hair more painful than it was enjoyable, but she was trapped in his firm grip and his mouth eagerly lapping away her release until he swallowed the majority of it. He slowed down and took his time thoroughly cleaning her to enjoy that tangy taste, giving her a moment of respite where the tingling pleasure started climbing back just a tad higher than the oversensitivity of pain.

Once he cleaned her, he moved his mouth up and latched onto her clit and gently suckled while slipping in the fingers she had sucked on into her heated opening.

"SHIT!" she slurred and pushed her crotch to his face.

He suckled while slowly pumping his fingers into her, 'exploring' her for any device until he steadily increased his pumping when he didn't feel anything inside.

Sam's inner muscles began squeezing around his driving fingers as if they were his manhood that her vice desperately wanted to squeeze around.

He happily lapped over and around her swelling love button while he sped up his pumping turned into a gentle massaging of her internal bundle of nerves. The direct stimulation of both her most sensitive erogenous zones was sending her racing like a rocket and he could feel her trembling and squeezing more and more around his fingers, ready to have another shattering release. He reached up and covered her mouth this time, mumbling her louder and louder groans and high pitch mews.

He delicately closed his teeth around her clit and pressed hard on her inner spot.

Sam let out a high pitch scream against his palm as her world shattered again and her insides clamped around his fingers, attempting to milk them for a release that wouldn't happen. He fortunately moved his lips back over her clit to suckle when she began to jerk and spasm around him, unable to escape his attention.

He released her clit, pulled back his fingers and removed his hand from her mouth to clamp back over the top of her right thigh. He focused on continuing his feasting, slurping her lips and dipping his tongue inside her. He swirled again and tried to shove it further inside, his nose repeatedly bumping her clit. His slick pointer finger slipped between her cheeks and started brushing her wrinkled backdoor, not giving her time to cool down from her release.

'THAT'S MY-"

"I told you there were a couple places left for me to check…" he said, with what Sam could have sworn was a devilish tone. "Just relax…"

Sam tried closing her legs shut to stop him from giving her any further attention, but he had a firm hand on her right thigh and his shoulder and upper arm was just too strong against her left leg.

The dark dressed hero's finger teased her backdoor to relax just enough to get the tip of his finger past her ring. He picked up his tongue lashing to counterbalance the potentially painful intrusion.

"UGhhhh…" she initially deeply sighed then she clamped her eyes shut and groaned out near painfully as he sunk more and more if his finger inside her back door. She pushed her chest out and whimpered when his finger stopped to his knuckle. "Holy God! No one… has evvvvverrrr…"

"Their loss," he whispered between his licks and prods, smirking at how her beautiful body was a buffet of desires for him to fulfill.

He slowed his tonguing while slowly withdrawing his finger until just the first joint remained inside then pushed back inside. He gave her lower lips a deep French-kiss while he pushed his finger back inside her. He moved his left hand over her lover pelvis and brought his thumb down to rub the pad of his digit over her love button to help her focus away from his slowly pumping finger.

"Noooo… God, don't stop!" she cried out, body nearly electric as a third orgasm shook her to her very bones. "Shitshitshitshittttt…"

Sam rolled head from side to side, her body trembling with the continuous and increased stimulation, threatening to go into a seizure with a sliver of pain running through her from the overstimulation. She didn't want her body to shut down or simply pass out. She wasn't ready for this night to end, not without experiencing one other thing from him. She desperately muttered with heavy breath and barely opened eyes, "Please, please, I want…"

He pulled his sticky lips from her oversensitive hole and gloated with heated breath against her opening, "Do you want me to stop? Can't handle the pain and pleasure? I thought punishment was your goal here…"

She grunted out, calling upon her reserve strength, "NO! I want… I need your cock!"

The masked man paused his working of his mouth and finger, smirking at the sound of her plea. He withdrew his finger and sat up on his knees and rubbed his hands up and down her smooth thighs, showing her a bit of mercy to help calm her as she continued to squirm for a bit with the ripples of two orgasms ripped from her.

"Please… I need your cock. I need to taste it, to feel it…" She closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lips as she groaned out, "…to fuck it. I'll do anything. I'll- I'll stop crimefighting… I'll never break a law again… just please… uncuff me and let me worship you…"

He cocked his head to the side and taunted, "I thought you were a crime fighter, not some mindless cock hungry cum slut."

Sam snapped back, his words hit her like a slap in the face, and while it hurt as much as it turned her own, she couldn't deny her desires. She surprised herself as to how lucid she was as her mind still swam, practically drowning in her euphoric release, "You work me up to cum three goddamn times and you're not interested at all in getting your own relief?"

He returned with a smirk, "I can always take care of my needs after I'm done with you."

"But can they be satisfied as much as they would be buried in my mouth… sliding in and out of my tits… pounding my practically virgin pussy… my ass even, if that's what you want?"

He grinned and clicked his tongue, surprised at how willing she was to give herself to him. It was one thing to tease and play but this was a girl who desired to be taken by him in every way. Something new, for sure, but hardly unwelcome. He toyed with her in a nonchalant tone, "Perhaps you have a point… those would be a fine way to take care of my… needs, but… my partner already takes care of that just fine."

His words struck her harder than when she was being kicked on the ground by one of the thieves. She hadn't thought at all that he could have a partner or a girlfriend in his life. She regained the power of speech and uttered, "Your partner?"

He grinned, seeing that he still held the psychological edge over her. "Oh yes, it's a big city and I can't be everywhere and do all by myself. I may be getting all the credit, but she's quite the crimefighter… and quite the lover."

Sam felt the fabled green-eyed monster roaring in her chest. She wasn't going to be usurped in being his partner and she was going to prove it to him. She'd show him and he'd kick her to the curb. She grinned in a predatorily manner, "I know she can't take care of you as well as I could."

The masked man's grin grew even wider as he countered with a goading tone, "You're so certain? You think you can show me why you could replace her?"

"Yes. I've already proved to you that I'm good as my word without having any bugs or tracking devices on me and I can sure as hell prove that I'd be the better partner out on the streets and in the sheets."

He gave her a penetrating gaze, weighing her suggestion then making his decision. He reached for her hands and lifted her arms over the hook at the top of the headboard then brought them down into her lap. He rubbed up and down her arms, giving her tired and potentially sore arms a bit of a massage the best he could through the leather jacket. He scooted back and dragged her along the bed until they reached the end of it. He took a step back and she obediently sank down to her knees and hungrily looked up at him, resting her still cuffed hands on his left thigh.

He smirked and gave her a playful glance, "Well, you wanted me?"

She turned her gaze to his crotch with a fire of a woman on a mission, eager to show him that she could be the partner he really needed. She undid his utility belt then searched for a moment to find the fastenings that held his cod piece. She undid them and pulled the piece away to drop to the side then turned to his zipper. She eagerly pulled it down to see his package straining against the material of his pants, causing her to drool slightly at the possibility.

She undid the button and pulled down his zipper, exposing his dark boxers that looked like he had leaked a bit with his desire while pleasing her. She pulled over the fly of his boxers and fished out his semi-stiff shaft, immediately impressed with his size, knowing it was only going to get bigger. She gripped his base with both forefingers and thumbs due to her cuffed hands then immediately opened her mouth and slurped his head past her lips. She suckled around his crown, swallowing up the salty sweet precum that he produced while pleasing her. She internally smiled at tasting the result of him pleasuring her to her very limits. She slurped around his growing shaft, making sure she got all of it then savoring his manly taste that was a mix of him manly musk and a hint of sweat from his nightly activities.

The vigilante groaned in approval and laced his fingers into her blonde hair to rest on the back of her head, encouraging her treatment of his shaft, but not forcing her to take it.

She picked up the bobbing, determined to show him how good she was with her mouth. She slurped and moaned and licked around his stiffening shaft with each back and forth motion of her head, working herself up to taking more and more of him into her mouth despite he was growing longer and thicker with each bob. Her moan deepened when his sweet precum dropped and slid across her tongue with his shaft sliding back and forth. The flavor urged her on to slurp around him for several more seconds before she pulled off for a second to let excess drool escape past her lips and run down his shaft, stroking him with both hands, but twisting opposite directions before inhaling his crown into her mouth again.

He licked his lips and praised her, "You're damn good… at that… practiced much?"

She pulled off of him and gazed up, wondering if she should feel offended by the question. She let it slide and answered, "Not much practice… guess I'm just a natural… but…" She slurped him back inside, bobbing a few times down half his length then finished, "…I would love to get some practice time with you…"

"We just might see…"

Sam took that as encouragement- perhaps if she did a good job sucking his cock and pleasuring him, she would get that chance. She practically inhaled him and picked up her bobbing, trying to take more and more of his with each motion of her head, ramming the back of her narrow throat. She knew he was too big to naturally fit unless she pushed her limit and if that's what it took for him to let her keep doing this, then she would show him that she could surpass her limits.

The blonde amateur crime fighter pulled her mouth off of him, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was about to try. She looked up at him and winked before opening her mouth and slowly sliding him inside, letting her tongue slide under his shaft.

He groaned with the slowness and warmth of her mouth, sighing when he felt his crown tapping the back of her throat. She was taking about three-quarters of him inside, which he found impressive, but he wasn't prepared for her next move. She slowly kept going, tickling the back of her throat with his spongy head. She looked up at him with a struggled expression, her eyes beginning to water and threatened to ruin the makeup around her eyes, but kept going until his crown slipped past her uvula then pushed forward until her nose touch his short pubic hair.

He groaned deeply in satisfaction of being in such a warm and tight confine, but it wasn't to last as she couldn't hold him other than a brief second as her gag reflex was just too strong. She pulled back with a loud slurp and gulped a deep breath. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire and her flushed pink chest heaved with each intake of air.

He brushed a hand over the crown of her head and commented, "Trying to impress me?"

"Wanted… the job…" Sam kissed the side of his rod several times then uttered, "You had… to be…"

"She can hold it longer, but I guess it's a start…"

The blonde was furious and ecstatic with him. He rubbed it in her face that whoever his mysterious partner could last longer deepthroating him, yet he just implied that she'd be trying again in the future. She was going to question him when she'd have another try, but he slipped his hands under her armpits underneath the leather jacket she was still wearing and lifted her up to sit her on the bed. He continued to partially lift her to move back to sit on the edge of the bed.

She looked to him with a curious and eager gaze as she asked, "What are you doing?"

He smirked and answered, "You said that I could try those succulent fruits on your chest, so I'm taking you up on your offer."

She lifted an eyebrow above her mask and answered, "It's a little tricky with cuffed hands."

He answered with a smartass smirk, "I'm sure you'll manage. My partner never has trouble with doing what I ask…"

The blonde sneered at how he was so callous in mentioning her, but knew she had a job to do. Sam thought for a second then lifted her handcuffed wrists to her chest, cupping and covering her breasts with her opposite hands to them. She dipped her chin and let a long line of drool roll over her bottom lip and into her deep cleavage from her pushed breasts. She repeated the process a few more time until her valley was covered with spittle.

He gripped his base with one hand and her left shoulder with the other. He slipped underneath her breasts and pushed his polished knob through her cleavage to snuggled his shaft in her squeezing breasts until his crown pressed against her chin.

Sam bit into her bottom lip at the firmness pressing back against her own soft pillows, and how close his massive cock was to her lips once more. She wanted to give him the best titjob of his life, but even more so wanted that purple crown back in her mouth when he fired so she could suck and swallow his cum.

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed his fingertips into the leather, groaning from the slick, warm and soft embrace around his shaft. If this is what her breasts felt like, he wondered if he'd be the one melting when he slipped inside her. He slowly withdrew until only his crown was safely wrapped by her heavy bosom then pushed back up to pop his head out of her cleavage again.

Sam sighed out, relishing the feeling of pressing against such a hard object around her that was warm and the twitch of a pounding heartbeat. "Does your partner do this for you? Let you slide right up between her tits—assuming she's not flat chested—and let you enjoy them?"

He steadily pushed through and pulled back as he answered, "Hers are a bit bigger and softer, while yours are more round and full, but yes, she does and we enjoy it immensely. It's our way of… cuddling… until we both get off… she loves her pearl necklaces."

"I'm not materialistic; don't need some fancy jewelry. I'd swallow you or you could paint my chest or give me a facial. Whatever you want me to do, wherever you want it to go."

He pushed all the way through and moved his hands to the sides of her breasts for a moment to squeeze them around him just a little tighter, drawing a pleasurable hiss from her and a bead of precum out of him to drip down into her valley. "I hope that wasn't mocking her and something we intimately share… that is something I wouldn't appreciate."

Sam licked her lips and mocked, "I guess you're just going to have to punish me for that…"

"I guess I will…" he practically growled as he withdrew himself from her glorious chest. "Put your hands up and over your head. Keep them there."

Sam did as she was told without question, wondering what her punishment would be.

He then grabbed the pillows tightly, her soft flesh oozing between his fingers and then pushed back between her pale orbs, now tightly sandwiching him, to a near point of pain, but Sam couldn't deny how hot it made her feel each time he took control. The vigilante added to the combo by squeezing each of her pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he began to thrust. He quickly picked up his pace until he was pounding her chest, pressing it tight against his shaft to form a near vacuum, causing the thick head to ram her face every second when it came through her cleavage. He began to fuck her chest with such force and velocity that even with his tight hold, her breasts bounced because he was making her whole body bounce. The angle with her hands gave Sam the best angle to arch her back to present her chest more for his desires. The ripples of force though her chest made the already sensitive nerves from his earlier attention feel like an electric current was running through them and up to her brain. If he kept up his pace, she thought he might make her cum simply through the use of her breasts.

She lowly whined in distress, praise, and encouragement over the sound of her slapped and fucked flesh that would probably be red, and possibly even bruised, in the morning, "Fuuucckkk meee…" She fought for her composure and asked, "You going to… blow on me… going to paint my face and… fuck… tits with your… cream?"

He grinned and slowed down considerably, easing between her heavy flesh as her spittle on his shaft and between her orbs was wearing away. "Not yet… not there yet and not tonight… you have to… earn that…"

She looked disappointed that she wouldn't feel his hot seed on her skin and get to gobble it up.

"I'll change your mind…" she whispered.

"I know you'll try…" he smirked, slowing down his pace. "I can't wait to see what you'll do to convince me though…"

He withdrew, leaving a trail of his precum in her valley, then grabbed her upper arms and pushed her back towards the pillow covered headboard.

He brought her hands up to hook her cuffs back on the hook behind the headboard then rubbed his hands down her clothed covered arms then to the inside of her jacket, feeling the smooth sides of her well-tended breasts then down her sides to her hips.

"Tell me…" he began not even looking her in the eyes, touching her like she was an object and as his fingertips grazed her form she was willing to be that. "When was the last time a man of authority forced you into being a good little cock slut?"

"N-Never…" she whimpered. "Certainly not like… this… You're different…"

"Your body is absolutely built for sin…" he muttered, digging his fingers in, lightly scratching, as if her words didn't even affect him. "Must be why you want this so bad…

Sam silently spread her legs wide and braced her heels against the mattress while he pulled his hands off of her and gripped his base and rubbed the crown up and down her opening. She shivered from the teasing spongy head brushing up and down her nether lips until his crown was damp with her wetness then pushed to slide past her inner petals, but then instantly withdrew.

"What is it?" she hurriedly said, eyes darting as to why this incredible moment had ceased. "Did I do something or-"

"No…" he said sternly, just looking over her vulnerable body, hooked and ready for whatever carnal appetites he planned to appease. "I'm just taking in the sights of this helpless beautiful girl who is completely at my mercy and I can't deny I'm relishing in it."

"I've always felt not being in control is one of the best feelings in the world…" she said seductively, trying not to show too much desperation for his body. "If you're worried that I'm too helpless or weak like this… don't. You don't even have to be gentle. Take what you want and need… I won't break."

"Oh I will…" he said, again seeming almost fiendish as he moved closer, his thick cockhead pressing against her opening and spreading her dew up to her stomach and down onto the bed. "But you have to beg for it."

"I'm not going to beg you…" she said, looking a bit incredulous. "I think I've made it pretty clear what I want without having to be this weak, submissive thing."

"I get that you're proud, but I don't even think it's a question that you desire domination…" he whispered, pressing his head against her small opening, teasing with entry once more as she hitched a breath praying for him to slip inside. "You were mine from the moment we met on the docks. The minute I told you to stop and press yourself against the wall or the trucks there. From the moment you took your seat on the bed when we got to this room, knowing what you wanted so badly. From the way you let me uncuff, and recuff, you as you lay in waiting for my search to finish. Every glance, every smile, every move- I owned you. You never had to say a word. You are a natural submissive. So when I say beg me to split your pretty pink pussy in two, I mean it."

"Please…" Sam muttered, her lip quivering, feeling that desperation she so wanted to avoid. "Please fuck me…"

"You'll have to do better than that if you want this…" he whispered, seeing her shiver in frustration. "Speak from the heart… or the pussy… whichever body part has the best way with words."

"You want me to write you poetry or something?" she fired back. "I said 'please.'"

"My poor submissive slut," he growled into her ear as he moved to lay on top of her. "You will have no trouble understanding poetry when I leave my cock's imprint on your cervix…"

Sam took a deep breath and clenched her eyes shut. Seeing him would make it worse. It would make her words seem even more desperate but he wanted her to say something from the heart so she was inclined to.

"You want to hear what I want… want to hear how bad I want you?" she said, looking up at him while he nodded out his approval. "Here goes… I want to be your sex toy. Your fuck doll. I want your hands on every inch of my body. I want to feel those big fingers dig into my hips as you hold me in place while those perfectly white teeth grab my nipple, making me arch in absolute pain and delight, my core aching for more and for less at the same time. I want you to draw shapes on my skin while whispering in my ear about what I am- a dirty slut and slave to your touch. I want you to make me moan for more while I beg for release."

"See, was that-"

"Let me finish…" Sam said, looking him dead in the eyes. "I want you to understand how bad I want you… want this… even if it's just for tonight and you go back to your 'partner.'

"My apologies…"

"I want to feel your body pressed hard against mine, and be aroused by how fucking amazing of a man you are. I look at you and I drip by how much you are everything I could have ever wanted in a man. I want to feel that giant goddamn erection against my thigh that tells me I'm doing what I should be- pleasing you and making you want me like I want you with my mind and body. I want to feel your chest… your real chest… grab at those muscles and just revel in how weak I am compared to you. I want to be free so I can bite your lip, flick my tongue against the pulse point in your neck, and rub these sore tits against your skin until you can't help but grab me."

At the moment she mentioned her sore chest, he instinctively leaned over and began to pepper kisses along the bright pink flesh, as if his soft kisses could nurture the pain away. And somehow it did.

"I want to hear your breathing hitch again when I grab your cock, uncontrollable moans escaping as I imagine this thing that my hand can't even wrap around fully being shoved down my throat and up my pussy, filling both holes beyond capacity… I want to hear your animal growls as I get used to how you feel as I stroke you up and down. I want to feel the excitement as I slip you into my mouth, suckling that delicious precum and the head as I stroke what I can't fit, and I want to feel the anticipation as I bob my head up and down and then let you fuck my mouth, keeping my head in place as you use my throat as just another fuckhole. And I doubt I'll be able to keep up, but I want you to use me."

Sam could feel his cock somehow get harder and begin its tough journey inside as he pushed onward, not saying a word as it seemed her 'poetry' was having as much of an effect on him as herself.

"I want you to shove that cock inside me until there's nothing left, no matter how many organs you displace or how you use it like a battering ram against my insides… I want you to fuck me hard and fast, and at the same time slow and easy, letting us savor it, if this is the only time. But after the gentle stuff, I want you to grab my hair, and pull me up to kiss you as you just pound my cunt, and I moan into each and every way you want to kiss me. I really want you to tell me to get on all fours- pushing me roughly onto the bed and into the position on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, and to hear you so eager to take what's yours. I want to feel you shove into me, and to let out a breath because this is all I could ever desire. Feeling your hips against my ass, grinding that thick cock into my little waiting pussy. I want you to spank me, fuck me, and… love me with the greatest appendage in the world."

"That was… incredible…" he whispered, but she caught his eyes to say that she had one more thing to say. He moved in close, peppering her jaw with soft kisses.

"I only want to make your every fantasy come true… Master. So please… fuck me."

"You need to understand this…" he said, climbing back into position with his cockhead starting to stretch her dripping opening. "Making love is one thing. But there's only one way I fuck. Dirty. And this type of dirty… it doesn't just wash off…"

"Then I want you to reeeaalllly fuck me…"

He moved like lightning as he pushed inside her and Sam clenched her eyes shut and mumbled curses as his flesh covered steel parted her tight muscles, sending tingling feeling through her inner walls. She was used to her fingers, her vibrator, and occasionally the toy she shared with Cat, but this was an entirely different experience. He was filling her to the brink and perhaps then some, setting her nerves afire as her muscles adjusted to accommodate the welcomed intruder.

"Holy fuuuuckkk…" she moaned out, desperately wanting to touch herself to loosen her insides up a bit more for his passage, but as she was a bit tied up, she was at his mercy. "I feel like you're splitting me apart…"

He stopped halfway into her, allowing her to adjust to his girth and him to enjoy her tightness. He refrained from commenting on her tightness for the moment, not wanting her to have a stepping stone to reassert any kind of psychological edge. He slowly withdrew, pulling a deep moan from Sam's chest, then gripped her hips tighter and slowly pushed until he was three-quarters length inside.

He eased back until just his crown remained inside. He looked down to see her slickness covering her rod, turned on by the sight of her tangy juices covering him. He leaned forward, removing his hands from her hips and bracing his palms on either side of her.

Sam closed her legs around his hips, trembling as her muscles fought to relax. Her chest heaved while she looked down between her breasts to see him penetrating her. There was just the slightest bit of distension that she could see in her belly, and she wished she could touch it to see if she could actually feel him through her. She hadn't seen such an erotic sight since the first time she was penetrated by her first true love. She thought she might just pop again from the sight and memory, but she reined the feeling back in as he wasn't him. The man fucking her may have reminded her of him, but he wasn't her boy from Seattle.

The blonde's thoughts on the subject were scrubbed when he picked up the pace of his thrusting into her like a dog in heat. She rolled her head back and forth, cursing under her breath from the pleasure and sheer impact of his pelvis bone against her sensitive sex. As ridiculous as it sounded in her head, she felt like he was going to tear her in half and she didn't mind at all. The bit of pain from his roughness partially helped fuel the pleasure she was receiving. His hand brushed up and down her body, sometimes gripping under her left breast to give it a gentle squeeze.

He spoke up louder than the sound of his slapping flesh against her center, "You're so fucking tight… when's… huff… when's the last time you've… had a real… cock inside… you…"

Sam's eyes fluttered as she was barely able to breathe out on his top lip as their faces were practically touching they were so close, "A long time… not since, fuuckkkk… my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… he was the first and… only…"

"Lucky him…" he whispered, with almost a growl. "I guess… you miss him?"

"I…" Sam clenched her eyes, battling the pleasure in her groin, and mewed, "…sometimes… I got regrets… letting him… fuckkkk…"

"Did he ever fuck you like… this?" the vigilante was almost barking at her, thrusting hard and fast as her soft body was drilled into the bed. "Did he fuck you until you were a blubbering mess that couldn't speak?"

Sam rolled her head from side to side, eyes clenched like she was having a nightmare. She didn't want to talk about him to this stranger; Freddie was an off limits topic. She was already naked and getting her brains fucked to mush without any protection (the idea of a guy wearing 30 pounds of body armor not having protection made her laugh for some reason), but she couldn't be that exposed to him. It was why she pleaded to keep the mask on… the mask, she could be truthful because it protected her. Otherwise, she'd just be Samantha Puckett, fuckup extraordinaire. This way, he would know her solely by her persona, which, she realized, she really needed to find a name for. "He was… was sweet… gentle…"

"Did you resent him for it?"

As soon as the question left his mouth, he somehow picked up the pace to practically fuck her into the mattress and put further strain on her arms above her head, threatening to break the headboard or pull her arms out of their sockets.

"No, no, god no, it's just I… uggghh fuuuckkk right there… wish he had been… shit, shit, shit… been a little more forceful with me at times. I loved that… he could be gentle and… make me feel… holy fucking shit… special, but… I wanted him to… put me in my place…" she trailed off, clearly opening up a door that she'd hammered shut too long ago. "He was perfect and I was… Ohmygod… I was so bad. But he never made me feel like I belonged right by his side… Unnghhh… I deserved nothing more to be beneath him. I'm… I was… it was…"

"I know that look… you were in love…" he answered, but then gripped her and carried on with clear anger in his voice, "I guess you should have just told him that. If he loved you that much, he would have made it a life goal to satisfy you… worked out… the balance that satisfied you both."

Sam wasn't in the mood to be psychoanalyzed, particularly on the topic of Freddie goddamn Benson, especially with this guy's meat pounding into her. She turned her head away for a moment and glanced into his eyes and thought for half a second, she recognized something, but before she could analyze it, he came to a stop with only half his length inside her. He lifted her right leg up onto his shoulder then left leg. He reached down and grabbed her still cuffed hands above her head and pulled them off the hook again. He brought her bound wrists over his head and looped them behind his neck then looped his arms under her thighs. He scooted backwards, pulling her along until he was off the bed and lifted her up with relative ease. She naturally wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles, breath trapped in her throat as she pulled herself close to him, squishing her now bouncing breasts against his plated chest.

The impromptu pair stared into each other's eyes, joined with his shaft halfway into her. He turned and walked her to one of the walls, easily carrying her weight, until he pressed her jacket covered back against it.

"Thought a change of scenery was in order…" He smirked while he slowly lowered her on his shaft until he was practically holding her up with just his mighty cock. "Your body was meant to be fucked on every surface of this room…"

She bumped the back of her head against the wall and growled, feeling filled more than she had ever felt. She squinted and whined with a trembling voice, "You're so… so… ah fuck…"

"Spit it out…" he tightened his grip in her ass cheeks, almost digging her nails into her flesh as he slightly pulled them apart and growled, "I'm so what?"

"Deep… you're so… goddamn fucking deep… fuck… I don't know if… goddamn it fuucckk… I can take it…"

"You can always tap out and I send you home…"

She growled with rage in her eyes, "Don't you dare!"

He pressed her back against the wall and answered in a cold whisper, "Then fucking take it, my little fuckdoll…"

He pulled back his hips, relieving some of the fullness she felt in her lower gut then pushed back inside causing her to cry out. The whole psychoanalysis had kept her distracted from how close she actually was and here and now she could truly feel that she was on the verge of something… magical seemed to be the closest word. He repeated his slow build up, making her feel full then empty then full again until within just half a minute, the feeling was a blur to just being full. He was pounding up into her, not bothering using her weight to help him. The sound of his pelvis slapping her crotch and inner thighs filled the room and made it sound as if he was going to break her hips.

Sam dropped her chin and let out a series of wheezing squeals, her gut tightening to either draw him deeper inside or push him out, her body not being able to decide on the intruding meat. There was no stopping it now. She was coming.

"HOLY SHITFUCKINGASSDAMMIT!" she cried out as her sex became a vice squeezing his meat for all it was worth, as desperate for his cum as she was. But he didn't stop or even slow down. He was already pushing her to the next one, ruining her afterglow.

He kept up his pounding, almost fucking her into her wall, enjoying her warm opening that squeezed hard around his hard shaft, so slick and forceful that it could enter and escape her cavern with ease, especially with her release dripping down his shaft. There was an evil grin growing on his face as he reached down to gather some of it on his fingers, placing one in his mouth to revel in her delectable nectar.

"You've made a mess on my fingers, my submissive little slut…" he growled, bringing the digits to her face, under her nose to fully take in her scent. "Open up and clean it all off with that pretty little fuckhole you call a mouth…"

Sam was obedient in doing just that, inhaling finger after finger, sucking each one clean and moaning around them, savoring her own taste as much as he seemed to. Fuck, she thought to herself as she sucked his ring finger for all it was worth, her pussy being pummeled over and over again as he seemed to be ramming her lungs at this point. How am I already on the edge again? "I-I-I'm… so close… I can't… please…"

He could also see that she was tiring fairly quickly with the force he was using to bring her back to the cliff of ecstasy already. "Come on blondie, you can take it, can't you? My partner can take this—Hell, she demands I throw her against a wall or two and give her a good fucking at least once a week."

She looked up with a defiant look at the mention of his unnamed partner. She'd like to meet this mysterious woman to see if she really measured up to the vigilante's boasts about her sexual capabilities… and then perhaps she'd punch the bitch the fuck out.

Sam huffed out between each one of his thrusts, "I can… take anything… anything you can… give me…"

He answered her acceptance of her challenge by thrusting harder into her, bumping her back into the wall with an audible crack and thud, shaking the decorative pictures hanging on the wall. Sam's legs bounced wildly as she tried to squeeze her thighs around his hips and lock her ankles, but she couldn't focus enough to wrap them around him. She was becoming weaker and weaker, at his mercy, and slowly becoming what he'd called her- a fuckdoll.

She dropped her forehead down against his masked coved forehead and mumbled under her breath, barely above the sound of her heavy breathing, her lungs nearly burning for the precious oxygen, "Fuck, fuck, fucking shit, fuck me…"

Her head swam with pleasure of his pelvis smacking her crotch and driving his shaft into her deepest reaches. He was going to bruise her cervix at this rate if he hadn't already, and perhaps even push past it, but she didn't care with the overwhelming feeling spreading through her. Her mouth uttered while her brain tried to keep up, "I think… I'm going to… to…"

He fiercely clamped his mouth over her puckered pink lips, stealing a bit more breath from her then demanded, "You're going to what? You're going to pass out on me? You're going to give your body up so you can become even more of a raggedy fuckdoll for me to get my frustrations out on? How are you going to measure up as my personal slut, let alone, fight crime with me if you can pass out so easily?"

"No…" she said, wishing she could punch him in his asshole face. "I'm… going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum again!"

"Oh, you are? You're going to cum on my cock again?" he questioned with an unmatched vigor. "Good… the fingers were a warm up. You're going to soak and drench this tool which has shown you your physical limits and then lick me clean of your mess. Then I'm going fuck your swollen pink cunt again until you have had enough and you're ready to quit… because I know… I know you can't handle… being out there in the night with me…"

He drove his pelvis forward one more time, both his hands flying upwards, one to pull her lips to his, and the other to grab her bouncing left breast tightly, pinning her against the wall with just his cock as her pleasure exploded again, clamping around him as a silky vice. She screamed into his mouth and shook desperate to bury her face into his, grinding hard against him as his crown threatened to push right into her womb. Sam couldn't help but imagine this being the moment he fired inside her claiming her fertile womb as his and only his, making her quiver once more as the fantasy and physical feeling intensified.

The wave passed her fairly quickly, sending her to another level of pleasure and stealing away more of her strength. She shuddered several times around and on him until she slumped completely on him burying her face in his padded shoulder.

He placed a series of sweet butterfly kisses on her pink lips, showing her a bit of sweet affection after such a release. She wondered for a moment if this dominance was all an act- a character for his vigilante persona and he was truly sweet and soft deep down. However, the moment of thought was short lived as he stepped back to withdraw from her with a powerful slurp. He lifted her arms off his shoulders and the cuffs behind his neck and let her sink to her knees.

Sam instinctive opened her mouth while palming over one of his thighs. She accepted his coated pleasure stick and lazily went about cleaning him, licking up and down his shaft like it was a lollypop, keeping him hard with only her mouth. She moaned around him, completely on autopilot, and savored their combined tastes. She would love to wake up every morning savoring him, but with the added bonus of his creamy taste she knew was stored in his heavy balls. Her head started picking up speed in her bobbing, but before she could get too carried away, he potentially spoiled her fun and slipped his hand under her arms picked her up again onto her feet. He turned her and walked her back to the bed, supporting most of her weight and laid her across it face up.

"Don't make me regret this…"

He reached into his utility belt and pulled out a key. He quickly undid one cuff then the other one then tossed the rings onto the neighboring nightstand, smashing the cheap alarm clock. He took her by the upper arms and flipped her onto her stomach to rest on the bed without any trouble. He scooted her up a bit to lie nearly completely across it then took one arm to pull it from the jacket sleeve then the other one before tossing the outer garment onto the floor, now leaving her bare as the day she was born other than her mask.

"Your skin is absolutely flawless…" he whispered, running his hands up and down her back, massaging her shoulders, down her spine, her sides, and then scratching down her ass which had two distinct pink handprints from holding her in place for so long. "So happy I get to look at such an incredible alabaster back for a while…"

Before she could ask what he meant, he closed her legs and straddled over them, preventing them from moving. He stroked himself a few times then lined himself back up to her tight opening, felt even more with her closed legs. He pressed his crown against the tight flower. He groaned not only from the sensation of being swallowed by such warm velvet, but the sight of sliding between such lovely pale cheeks. He palmed over each cheek to feel the soft flesh and for leverage then slowly pushed inside her.

Sam's eyes rolled back as she felt she was being split in to with his thick shaft. She wasn't sure if he somehow grew from her pussy juices, which would have been a bigger turn on if she wasn't already ratcheted up to eleven on the pleasure meter. "Uggahhhrrahhh…"

He finished sheathing inside and let out a slow and long groan being in such confines. He rubbed his hands in circles over her cheeks, giving him some distraction as he was starting to feel the small tugs in his lower pelvis. Her ass felt just as great as it looked, reminding him of another ass he loved feeling and massaging.

After he satisfied feeling her up, he grabbed her hips and began to slowly withdraw, easing out of her hot hole before sinking back into her. He let some saliva dribble past his lip drop on his exposed shaft then sank back into her until his pelvis was flushed with her ass.

He slowly cycle through his gently thrusting until he was at a steady pace, giving her a bit of a break from his hard fucking.

Sam lifted her head and whimpered, the gentle approach pushing a different set of buttons that still heated her up. Her cheeks remained flushed with a near permanent rose color, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and her chest heaved against the bedcovering. She wondered if he could make her pass out even if she wasn't doing any of the work. She could only imagine if he had taken her words and changed his focus to fucking her backdoor. She wouldn't be able to sit for a month…

He reached back and grabbed her right foot, bending her leg and situating her ankle between his torso and bicep. While he continued to slowly saw in and out of her, his thumb massaged the top of her foot while is fingertips did the same to the sole of her foot.

She dropped her forehead and uttered, "Ughhh…" The tender attention to her foot added to her bombarded senses. It was sweet and affectionate, almost intimate and she didn't know how to handle it. She got her arms under her chest and pushed upwards, trying to get on all fours and perhaps pushed back against his thrusts to find refuge in her carnal side.

"That's a good girl…" he taunted. "Getting into the doggy position so you can be fucked like the bitch in heat you are…"

He released her foot and slid out of her only for a moment to allow her to get on her knees then grabbed her hips to drive into her to the hilt with enough force to send her face first back into the bed if it wasn't for his strong grip on her hips.

She dropped her chin and wailed, "FUCK!"

He sped up his pace and force, filling the room with their slapping flesh, his heavy hanging balls slapping her hypersensitive clit with each swing and thrust that sent a shockwave through her with each hit, and demanded, "Are you shouting in pleasure or pain?"

She initially refused to answer, just swimming in the pleasure of the new angle that allowed for the underside of his shaft to rub across her g-spot. The combination of his size, power of his thrusts and striking her sensitive area was going to make her blow again in no time. She was already leaking down the inside of her thighs and what little conscious thought she had reasoned she'd properly squirt on him when it happened.

SMACK!

He brought his right hand back and smacked her right ass cheek, causing her to let out a high pitch, "FUCK!"

"I asked you a question and I need to know the answer… you need to know the answer. A vigilante has to be able to endure pain and to endure the unexpected… has to endure pleasure as it can easily break the strongest of wills. My cock is making you little more than flesh putty, but I know your ass is stinging with how red it is. I bet you won't sit comfortably for the next day or so."

"YES!"

"So you love the pleasure and pain? You get off on being a bit of a masochist?"

"FUCKING YES!" she cried out, feeling a bit of relief in saying what her heart had known for a long time. "I fucking love it!"

He grabbed her trembling biceps and pulled her arms back like reins, forcing her to put all her weight on her knees and forcing her chest to poke out to the chilly air of the room. She lifted her chin and stare into the mirror of the room's dresser against a neighboring wall to the bed. He continued to plow into her, bouncing her nearly off his lap with each thrust, completely at his mercy to find her satisfaction.

"So this is how a villain could break you?" he snapped, rubbing her reddening ass slightly, towing a line of making her feel comfort, and anticipation he might spank her again. "Pleasure you until you're a blubbering mess then hurt you then pleasure you again? Is that how to turn your brain to mush and give away all your secrets?"

"It's how… you… Only you could…"

He brought his mouth to her ear and growled, "Only I could what?"

She uttered out between each thrust into her love canal, flooding her brain with more and more pleasure while pushing air out of her lungs, "Break me… make me yours… make me… tell you all… my secrets…"

"So… instead of being a partner… you're—fuck—submitting as my sidekick… that I get to have… my way with anytime I wanted? It doesn't seem fair to you, unless… I've broken you? Have I broken the badass girl that wanted to join me on my crusade? Huh? I have, haven't I?"

Sam held her stare at the mirror the best she could with her blonde locks bouncing, sticking, and obscuring her vision most of the time, but she could see that he had done exactly that, broken her. Fuck, it was beautiful.

She considered herself the toughest person out there. No one physically challenged her back in Seattle and no one in Los Angeles, but this dark figure prowling the streets had completely dominated her, as well as psychologically and emotionally breaking her. He had beaten her… he had broken her like a wild stallion and… she was enjoying every moment of it and the realization that she had found her… equal didn't seem like the right word. It was someone that wouldn't take her shit, but give it right back to her to show that he was actually in charge triggered something in her mind, body, heart and soul. Her eyes rolled back and she slurred in one long shout as the feeling in her loins exploded and fried her already mushy brain with pleasure, "FUCKINGSHITFUCKMEIMYOURS…MASTER!"

He pulled her arms back further until her back was flush with his plated chest, forcing her head back to rest on his shoulder and pushing her heavy chest out as her back curved. In a smooth motion, he let go of her arms and slipped under them to cup her chest. He gave them a gentle massage, showing her comfort in the emotionally and physically exposing release. He kissed along her neck while she continued to ride out her release and drain her essence down his snuggly fitting manhood and onto his balls.

He held her in place for a few seconds more, enjoying the feel of her body despite the clothing between him and her heated skin before he let her slump down on the bed with another deep shiver. She was so enthralled with her aftershocks and sheer overstimulation that she didn't initially notice that he had withdrawn from her heated and spasming core. She finally noticed after several breaths to her left that he had rolled onto his back.

He surprised her by reaching over to her and gripped her sides firmly, causing her to yelp in surprise by his sudden movement and be pushed up to a straddling position over his pelvis. She gripped his wrists for support then looked down the valley of her breasts to see that he was still proudly standing and coated with her release. She knew what he wanted and she was in no position to deny him even if she desired what she thought was an absurd idea. She reached down to line herself back up with him, knowing that they weren't finished until he blew. He hadn't mentioned where that would be, but after he thoroughly broke her defiant attitude, she knew that he could finish anywhere he desired.

As that thought went through her head, she began lowering herself. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his crown slipped between her folds, forcing her muscles apart again while she sank on his staff. She took several agonizingly pleasurable seconds to accept his 'weapon' before she settled onto his pelvis.

"Uggghh…" she groaned and palmed her hands over his armor plated chest, feeling him go deeper than he had managed with their other positions. She clawed at the material, wishing she could feel his skin and muscles, but settled for feeling the muscle spearing her at the moment.

"You're not ready to tap out yet are you?"

Sam's chest heaved with each desperate inhale of breath while she looked down at him nearly exhausted. She huffed out in a breathy tone, "I'm not going to fail… your test."

"Test? You think this is a test?"

"Yeah… you're testing my stamina… seeing if I can keep up with you. You've… broken me… you know I'll… follow your lead, but… you need to know… that I won't… goddamn it… fail you…"

"Well… we'll see…" he smirked up at her while slowly lifting her until she was halfway off of him then lowered her back down. He gave her a few cycles to adjust to the new position, but soon picked up the pace of her riding him.

Sam palmed over his padded stomach, enjoying the ride with a bit of a laugh.

He made her gallop for perhaps a minute or two, testing to see how long she could go before her body or mind gave out. However, he wanted more of a taste from this blonde bombshell. He sat up and moved his hands from her hips to a bit away from his hips. He moves his face to her left breast, trying to catch it while she's bouncing on his lap.

She saw that he was having trouble catching it, more repeatedly licking it with his tongue, so she cupped behind his head to hold his face to the jiggling flesh.

He was able to latch onto pebble and sucked on it for all its worth, threatening to suck it raw as it was already looking an angry color of red from his earlier attention. He was apparently enjoying the hard nub with the way he was groaning into it or it could have been that his shaft was wrapped in the tight and heated velvet.

"Ahhgghghh, aguggghhh, ahhhh," she moaned at the sucking and gnawing at her nipple, the pleasure and pain tittering back and forth. She wasn't complaining as she was further and wonderfully distracted with him taking over more to thrust up into her since his braced hands allowed him to thrust his hips up and shaft deeper into her causing her to moan out her feeling without a thought. "Suck and fuck your cumslut…"

He parted his mouth wider to accept the pink areola and pale skin around it. He sucked harder, drawing more blood to her already flushed chest to the point where tiny blood vessels were popping.

"Argghhh!" She threw her head back and shouted with the spike of pain then the relief of him stopping his suction and licking around under his lips. "Shitfuck… if I had milk, you'd have drained me dry on that one…"

"Can't blame a guy for trying…" He pulled his mouth off of her teat and laid back down, moving his hands back to her hips to help her continue to ride him for a few more seconds.

In this moment, Sam saw something in his eyes. Something real. Maybe it was the way her body reflected the soft moonlight through the tiny part of the window that offered them natural light. Maybe it was something deeper. She couldn't help but smile, biting her lip, and bucking harder knowing she felt it too.

The blonde looked down to her breast to see that he had left a hicky around the almost raw nipple, seeing that he had marked her. She should have been pissed, but she was pleased that he had given her a sign that he was accepting her. The extra euphoria from the realization kept her galloping for about another minute, but her thighs. like every other fiber of her being, were getting sore, so she leaned forward to lie completely across him, letting him take over completely lifting her pelvis up and down, digging his hands into her ass cheeks once more. He braced his heels on the end of the bed to help buck into her.

She took the opportunity to capture his lips and moan into a deep kiss. She tried to bully her tongue into his mouth, but she was near the point of exhaustion and his tongue was particularly strong and willing to battle her tongue.

As he held onto her, he could feel her body grow weaker and weaker and knew that her next release—if she had one—would be her final one for awhile unless he really did intend to make her pass out in pleasure. He slowed his thrusting to a crawl before coming to a stop. He lifted her off of his pelvis with a loud slurping noise and safely rolled her to his left onto her back.

Sam sighed in relief and disappointment of his tool withdrawing from her tight hole. She closed her eyes and heaved for breath, not knowing why he suddenly stopped, but wasn't going to complain about it for the time being. Her break didn't last long as he slid down the bed and pulled her down with him. He turned her in place as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He pulled her back down onto his lap, slipping back inside of her. Sam leaned forward, stifling a groan of him being back inside her, bringing her legs completely closed and bracing her hands on his padded knees of his spread legs.

The masked man gripped her hips and started slowly bouncing her, causing her to groan out, "Urggghahh, arggghhhh, fuuuckkkk, uahhhhaahh…" with the impact forcing breath out of her lungs with each landing on his pelvis. As he sped up, her breath became shorter and shorter with her breasts and hair bouncing wildly. She lulled her head to the side, struggling to stay lucid with her abdomen feeling as if it was on fire with pleasure as the angle allowed him to rub back and forth over her g-spot and his crown kissing the opening to her womb and her lungs desperate for air.

The masked man was groaning louder and louder as he was finally reaching his limit being within such a silky and wet vice for so long and she certainly had the energy to keep up with him. He just had to wonder how he was going to finish this encounter, asserting that he was in charge, but not taking any of her dignity. He had relented in not removing her mask. He thought on it for a few seconds then asked, "Are you on the pill or something?"

"Rhhmmmumm…" Sam mumbled something as the tingling feeling through her was clouding her mind.

He reached up and cupped her right breast, giving the nipple a pinch. He mockingly asked, "I asked you a question."

"AAHHHH! YESSS!" She let out a loud yelp from the shot of duel pain/pleasure through her bud then answered while continuing her bucking, "I'm… on the pill…"

He growled into her ear, "Good, because I'm going to come soon and I think I'll finish in this nice honey pot of yours, and from the feel of it, I've got a direct line right to this fertile womb..."

Her loose and bouncing dirty blonde locks obscured her pleasure contorted face as she regained her lust driven focus and shouted, "Yes! God damn it, yes! Fill me up. Paint my insides with your hot white load. I want it, I need it… mark me as your fucking property!"

The masked vigilante answered Sam's pleas by pulling her hard against his lap to grind against him and threw his head back while and growled out, "FUGGCCKKK!"

Sam jerked in his lap as his first shot blasted onto her cervix followed by several more heavy shots, filling her with a white hot heat she hadn't felt in a long time. The sensation of simply being filled with the gooey substance to the brim and then some, the warmth it carried and the memory it brought back of the last time she let someone finish inside her triggering yet another release. She clenched her eyes shut, gripped his knees to dig her nails into his leather pants and shouted, "HOLYFUCKINGSHITTT!"

If orgasms could be literary figures, this one was her white whale. It was pure heat and electricity, her body shook and shivered as colors that didn't even have names danced before her eyes eventually becoming pure white light. Her muscles unconsciously squeezed him tighter than any vise on earth, trying to ring out every last drop like squeezing the last bit from a toothpaste tube. Even with his substantial size and girth, he still felt like she might break his cock off with how her body was trying to grip and keep his member for its own. She was barely coherent but her body was on autopilot and swiveled her hips to grind more against him, pushing him as deeply as she could manage, almost trying to force his spongy head through her cervix to directly paint her womb. She thought that he was empty but as she pulled him deeper than ever, she could feel him leak a few more weakened shots.

He moved his hands off her hips and cupped her heaving breasts, squeezing them to the point of almost being painful to the juvenile delinquent turned rookie vigilante, and kept her against his lap until his rod finished firing and twitching inside her. He slightly lifted her up and made her bounce on his lap several more times to make sure he completely finished inside her, forcing a distressful moan past her lips.

The last of Sam's energy seemed to be drained with that release and slumped forward, the only thing keeping her from falling unto the floor was the masked man holding her firmly by her fleshy melons. He pulled her back to rest against his chest to leave kisses on her neck while one hand continued to massage a well loved breast.

As he distracted her into a lull where she could start enjoying her afterglow, he ran his left hand down the front of her flushed skin and slipped between her closed thighs. He dipped his pointer finger down over her engorged and hypersensitive clit and rubbed the pad of his finger in a few circles over it.

"Urrgghhh…" she whimpered in a mix of pain and pleasure, squirming in an attempt to get away from his hand and in the process, causing her to grind more against his lap and her inner muscles to spasm around him to force just a little more of his creamy load into her welcoming confines.

The dark dressed figure finally showed her some mercy and turned to his left and carefully laid them on their sides. He placed a series of kisses across her shoulders and neck while his hands alternated between kneading her nearly sore breasts and brushing over her stomach and hip. He felt her slowly settling, her shivering from the aftershocks of her release becoming further and further apart until she finally stopped. In the process, his rod began to finally soften enough to slowly withdraw from her tight (more so with her closed legs) and heated furnace of a love canal. He deeply sighed when the pressure around him ceased and the cool air of the room hit his weakening shaft. He paused only long enough to tap her pale ass cheeks before rolling onto her back.

Sam was swimming too much in her pleasure and soft afterglow to realize that he wasn't touching her anymore and withdrew from her despite her inner muscles squeezing and relaxing over and over without something to latch around. However, she felt a warmth on the insides of her thigh. She blinked several times then looked down her stomach and dipped her hand between her legs to run her fingertips over her heated opening. She felt her slick release, but mostly it was another gooey substance oozing out of her well satisfied sex. She brought the thick pearlescent mess to her lips and slurped around her fingers. She moaned around her digits as she the salty taste danced on her tongue. She cleaned them and scooped a bit more off her leg and from her crotch, not wanting a bit of it to go to waste, and slurped that up into her mouth. Before long, she was shoveling as many scoops of his delicious and clearly addicting release into her hungry mouth, licking each finger clean. She could still feel quite a bit inside her, but she didn't want to lose all trace of his 'marking.'

Once she was done, Sam partially moved to her back and looked over her shoulder and began to praise, "God… you're so fucking delic…ous… Please let me clean your cock again…"

She trailed off as she found that she was alone in the bedroom. She scrawled as she remarked in disgust, "Son of a bitch…"

Sam shook her head in disgust then rolled to a sitting position, her temper flaring up at being

She stood up, legs wobbling like crazy, as her sore muscles knew she wasn't going to make it too far, and headed to the bathroom to clean up a bit. She tied her hair up into a messy bun and turned on the water. She found the hotel soap and scrubbed herself down in less than a minute, taking a particular care to try to scoop up any more of the vigilante's deposit that was leaking from her, letting it drip from her fingertips down into her waiting oral cavern. She took another minute to rinse off the suds. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to hastily dry off, not knowing how much time she would have before someone showed up with all her screaming.

She tossed the towel on the bathroom sink and about to head out to the main room, but paused in seeing her reflection in the mirror again. She smirked at seeing that her mask was still in place and her makeup around her eyes not too smeared.

She walked back into the main room and headed to grab her clothing. She grabbed her thong and slipped it back on, letting it be the barrier to keep whatever was left of him deep inside her, and was about to reach for her pants when she heard her phone ping in her jacket pocket. She pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket then tapped the screen with her thumb to read the text message. Her anger dissipated and a smile formed on her face as she read.

-If you ever want to team up again like this… text me back at this number.

About that time, there was a loud pounding knock on the door.

"LAPD! Gonna need you to open up! Had several reports of a disturbance!"

"FUCK!" she shouted, realizing a second late that she said that out loud. "Sorry… Just a sec!"

Sam had never dressed so fast and she was just throwing her jacket on when she felt the phone ring again with a text.

- Next Partner Test: Let's see how well you handle an escape from the cops…

"I'm gonna kill that motherfu-"

She was interrupted again by the phone's text tone and looked down at it and began to shake her head. She wanted to be pissed, but this was so like him… and she couldn't help but grin as she opened up the door to the balcony preparing for a daredevil's jump as the message flashed into her brain once more as she moved through the air to catch the fire escape next door.

Oh, and Sam… It was great catching up again… Until next time, Princess Puckett.

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So now we know who was under that mask (was there really any doubt though?). I hope everyone dug this one and some of you out there might see some connections to another infamous hero hookup from comics. SVAD and I have been bouncing around the idea of having more to this All Star story for a sequel but we shall see if any ideas come in. Next time, I think I will post the second half of Tori's dream, which should be posted next week, but I can't make promises. I cannot wait to hear what everyone thought of this chapter and this look inside our favorite blonde's mind and how her thoughts and desires work. So, please comment/review with your thoughts as I cannot tell you how much I appreciate those. And don't be afraid to tell us what you are wanting to see from us. Until next time.